Chapter 10 - The Fortress Stands Forever

Back at the house with the white porch, the evening shadows lengthened across the wooden floors as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant shades of amber and violet.
I sat in the nursery, gently rocking my baby girl in the handcrafted wooden chair Marcus had built, listening to the slow, steady ticking of the antique wall clock hanging in the hallway.
The house was quiet, peaceful, and entirely safe.
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The wolves had tried to break through the door, but the fortress had held, and the ghosts of the past had been permanently locked out in the cold.
I looked down at my sleeping daughter, kissed her soft forehead, and whispered into the quiet air of the room: