Huntress: The Manor on the Hill

Xori • Tielfing • Blood Hunter • Huntress, Part 3

The gloom that surrounded the house on the hill was palpable from the outside. Inside, it was oppressive. Even with the heat from the fire, a cold dread made the air around them heavy, like the ghost of tears long cried hung in the air and clung to their skin. There was an invisible weight pressing in on them all, and none of it belonged to them. It lived in the house. It was confined. It lingered. Maybe the missus had grown tired of its stewing. Maybe she fled to fresher air.