Chapter 15 - The Eternal Light
The final frame of the story of Blackwood Manor was not written in a courtroom, nor in a corporate ledger, nor on a headstone in a cemetery.
It was written on a quiet summer morning twenty years later.
An old woman sat on a wooden bench at the edge of the granite cliffs, holding a young girl's hand. The sun was rising over the Atlantic Ocean, casting a warm, golden light across the blue water and the grey stone walls of Vance House behind them.
The house stood tall, strong, and beautiful—a sanctuary of light, learning, and legacy that would endure for generations to come.
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The dark mahogany was gone. The blood was washed away. The lies were silenced.
Only the truth remained—unbroken, eternal, and free.
