Chapter 15
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Wilson roared, spinning around to order the servants to restore the wedding decorations.
But as he turned to leave, he froze. His face drained of color as he grabbed a mourner who was muttering prayers. "What are you saying? What do you mean 'soul returning home'? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"
The confused mourner handed him the paper covered in the soul-summoning incantation I'd given him earlier.
"Your wife gave me this. She asked me to recite it throughout the estate.
She said it was her family's tradition—to help departed souls find their way home."
Wilson stared at the paper, his body going rigid.
Suddenly, he bolted toward the stairs, taking them two at a time, stumbling repeatedly in his haste.
He didn't seem to notice his falls, scrambling up each time like a man possessed until he reached my door. He pounded on it, his voice breaking.
"Melody? Everyone's here. I've come to walk you down. Could you—would you please open the door?"
Only silence answered him.
