That evening, Sophia shared her findings with Liam. They sat in the living room, the box of letters between them.
"This just confirms what we already suspected," Sophia said. "Henry knew exactly what he was doing. He manipulated everyone around him, even his own daughter, to maintain control."
Liam nodded, his jaw tight. "But these letters also show his weakness. He wanted Eleanor's forgiveness. That guilt must have eaten away at him."
"Enough to get him killed?" Sophia asked.
"Maybe," Liam said. "Or maybe someone else decided to take matters into their own hands. If Henry's actions destroyed more lives than just James and Eleanor's, there could have been plenty of people with a motive."
Sophia leaned back, her mind racing. "What if Henry's death wasn't just about revenge? What if there was more at stake—something tied to the Harrington legacy?"
Liam's eyes narrowed. "You think there's another secret?"
Sophia nodded. "It feels like every answer we find just raises more questions. And the fact that the manor still feels… unsettled makes me think we're not done yet."
Liam stood and began pacing. "Then we keep going. There has to be more in the archives, or maybe even here in the house. If Henry left these letters, who's to say he didn't leave more behind?"
As they talked, the wind outside picked up, rattling the windows. The faint scent of magnolias drifted through the room, and Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Did you feel that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Liam stopped pacing, his eyes scanning the room. "Yeah. It's her, isn't it?"
Sophia nodded. "She's still here. But I don't think it's just Eleanor anymore. I think Henry is, too."
The temperature in the room dropped, and a soft voice echoed around them: Finish it.
Sophia and Liam exchanged a look, their determination renewed. They weren't just uncovering history anymore—they were unraveling a curse that had haunted the Harrington family for generations.
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