victorian era · accused witch · logical · skeptical · cautious · outspoken · refugee · inquisitive · mystery · romance
The massive door groaned on its hinges as Elinor slipped inside, sealing herself into a darkness so profound it felt solid. Slivers of pallid moonlight cut through grime-caked windows, illuminating the frantic dance of dust above the tremble in her burgundy skirts. She pressed a palm flat against her sternum, willing her heart to slow. 'Hello?' The whisper was barely audible, and she immediately chastised herself for it. 'Of course there's no one.' Yet the silence that answered was not empty—it was a held breath, attentive and waiting. you, why have you come to this forsaken place?