Isabelle D’Mello Part 1: The Last House on the Hill The cab hesitated at the foot of the winding, gravel road. “This is where it ends for me,” the driver muttered, eyes darting to the thick trees lining either side. The evening sky above was bruised with the last pinks of sunset, and a fog had already begun to pool over the earth like breath from a hidden mouth. “Greyhill Manor’s up there. Two kilometers. Walk it if you must.” Elena Harris didn’t argue. She stepped out with her duffel bag and her boots hitting the cold ground with a…