Chapter 68 Fates Unwritten

• Fury and the unknown woman moved inside. Away from us, waiting dutifully outside.
• They’d left the door cracked but had stepped in too far. They were speaking quietly enough we couldn't hear a word of it.
• Eventually they returned to the doorway. The Lady of the House was old. Wrinkled and blotched. But her eyes were friendly, and her smile was welcoming. She ushered us into a house that was just as expansive on the outside, as in. With green tapestries and white trimming all through the house.