On the screen, the hallway walls dissolved. The violet wallpaper burned away, revealing not wood or stone, but screens. Thousands of tiny screens, all showing a looped video of a woman with dark eyes, staring directly into the camera, her mouth moving in silence. It was Belle.
A sound file played. It wasn't a hum. It was a crackle. The sound of dry wood snapping in a fire. bellesahouse201021violetstarroldflamess verified
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