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Chapter 1

Agnes stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping her hair around her face. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the rolling hills of the English countryside. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that always seemed to flutter in her stomach whenever she was near the edge.

"Agnes, come away from there," a voice called out behind her. It was her uncle, the pastor, his face etched with worry.

Agnes turned to face him, a smile playing on her lips. "I"m fine, Uncle. Just enjoying the view."

The pastor shook his head, his brow furrowed. "You know how dangerous it is to be so close to the edge, Agnes. Please, come away."

Agnes nodded, taking a step back from the cliff"s edge. She knew her uncle meant well, but she couldn"t help but feel a pull towards the vast expanse of the countryside below.

As they made their way back to the rectory, Agnes glanced over her shoulder, a shiver running down her spine. She could have sworn she saw a figure standing at the edge of the cliff, its form shimmering in the fading light.

But when she blinked, it was gone.

Chapter 2

That night, Agnes lay awake in her bed, the sound of the wind howling outside her window. She tossed and turned, unable to shake the feeling of unease that had settled over her since her encounter at the cliff.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, a soft whisper filled the room.

"Agnes..."

Agnes sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. "Who"s there?" she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.

There was no response, only the sound of the wind rattling the windowpanes.

Agnes closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart. She had always been sensitive to the presence of spirits, ever since she was a child. But this felt different, more urgent somehow.

"Agnes..."

The whisper came again, closer this time. Agnes felt a chill run down her spine as she turned towards the window, her eyes widening in fear.

Standing there, bathed in the pale moonlight, was a figure unlike any she had ever seen before. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its form seemed to flicker and fade like a flame in the wind.

Agnes gasped, her breath catching in her throat. She knew then that whatever this creature was, it was not of this world.

And it was calling her name.

Chapter 3

The next morning, Agnes awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She sat up in bed, the events of the previous night still fresh in her mind.

Was it all just a dream? she wondered, rubbing her eyes.

But as she looked around the room, she saw something that made her blood run cold.

On her bedside table, a single white feather lay, its edges shimmering in the morning light.

Agnes reached out a trembling hand and picked up the feather, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew then that what had happened the night before was no dream.

It was real.

And whatever creature had visited her in the night was still out there, waiting.

Agnes knew she had to find out the truth, no matter the cost. She had a feeling that her life would never be the same again.

Little did she know that her journey would lead her down a path of danger, mystery, and the darkest of secrets hidden in the shadows of the English countryside.