CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTY FOUR - The World Rebuilt from Ruins

They visited the local historical society, pored over old love letters found hidden in the attic, and even consulted a paranormal expert. Slowly, Isabella's tragic tale began to take shape. But as they uncovered more about the past, the present became increasingly tumultuous. The ghostly activity in the house intensified. Books would fly off shelves, doors would slam shut on their own, and the mournful sound of a woman weeping often filled the night. One evening, as they prepared for bed, Lucas found Ella staring at her reflection in the antique vanity mirror. "What is it?" he asked, coming up behind her. Ella's voice was barely a whisper. "Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I see her instead of me. Just for a second." Lucas wrapped his arms around her, trying to hide his growing unease. "Maybe we should take a break from all this, get away for a while." Ella shook her head vehemently. "No, we're so close to understanding. I can feel it." As if in response, the temperature in