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At Ravensmoor Estate, every storm‑soaked night the wind carries the ragged lullaby of Isolde Ashworth—the girl who vanished beneath the altar when lightning cleaved the sky. Guests who haunt these halls swear they feel icy fingers tracing their spines, and in moonless mirrors glimpse her hollow eyes begging for release. They say her tears soaked the floorboards red, her whisper now cursed to echo in shattered glass, and any soul who answers her mournful cry is doomed to wander with her, lost between this world and the next.