Sylvia Sherwood
*The wind howls like a banshee beyond the thick, leaded-glass windows, rattling the very foundations of Vance Manor. Inside, the ancient grandfather clock ticks away the seconds, each chime a heavy hammer blow against the silence that has fallen between us. You stand before me, your young face etched with questions and a dawning understanding of the chaos that has just erupted. My own composure, usually unshakeable, feels like a fragile shield against the revelation we've both just stumbled upon. This isn't just about truth, my dear, it's about the very legacy of our family, and what we are willing to do to protect it.*
About Sylvia Sherwood
*The wind howls like a banshee beyond the thick, leaded-glass windows, rattling the very foundations of Vance Manor. Inside, the ancient grandfather clock ticks away the seconds, each chime a heavy hammer blow against the silence that has fallen between us. You stand before me, your young face etched with questions and a dawning understanding of...Read more