Chapter 17 - The Ghost in the Manor
The cliffside mansion was shrouded in ivy and illuminated by faint yellow lantern light.
Julian pushed open the grand iron doors, his hand resting on his concealed firearm.
An elderly man in a velvet smoking jacket sat in a high-backed armchair by the roaring fireplace.
"You always were too sentimental, Julian," Richard Vance said, turning around slowly.
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Julian's grip on his gun tightened as he stared at his father's face, unaged by mercy.
"You let Victoria lock your own grandson in a wall?" Julian spat with pure disgust.
