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Chapter 1 : The unexpected call

Aanya Frost, with her fiery red hair and eyes that held the wisdom of centuries, sat on the edge of her bed, the morning sun filtering through the window of her modest cabin.

At 23, she was already a renowned shaman, her lineage dating back generations to a powerful line of spirit seers. Her life was a constant dance between the seen and the unseen, a world where ghosts whispered secrets and spirits sought solace.

Her phone buzzed, the caller ID displaying an unfamiliar number. Aanya hesitated, her intuition tingling. Calls from the city were rare, usually reserved for matters of state or dire emergencies. Curiosity piqued, she answered.

"Aanya Frost," she said, her voice calm despite the flutter of unease in her stomach.

"Miss Frost," a gruff, elderly voice responded, "This is Elias Thorne. I understand you… possess certain… abilities."

Anya's brow furrowed. "Certain abilities?"

"Yes," Mr. Thorne continued, his voice grave.

 "My grandson, Alexander, he's… unwell. Very unwell. The doctors are baffled. I believe… something else is at play."

Anya felt a shiver crawl down her spine. This was no ordinary request. "Mr. Thorne, I… I am a shaman. I can only help with… spiritual matters."

"I know," Mr. Thorne said, his voice filled with a desperate hope. "Please, come to the city. My residence. Immediately."

Anya felt excitement. This was no ordinary request. This was a summons, a challenge, and perhaps, a danger. She knew, deep down, that she couldn't refuse.

Chapter 2: Journey to the City

Anya packed her meager belongings – a worn leather satchel containing herbs, crystals, and a silver dagger passed down through generations of her family. It was a simple life, but it was hers. Now, that life was about to change.

The journey to the city was long and arduous. As the train rattled through the countryside, Anya meditated, seeking guidance from the spirits. What kind of evil lurked in the heart of the city? What secrets did the unseen world hold for her?

Anxiety gnawed at her. The city, with its towering buildings and bustling crowds, was a world apart from her quiet life. It was a world of secrets and shadows, a world where the line between light and dark blurred.

She reached the city late that evening, the city lights a dazzling, yet intimidating, spectacle. Her destination was a grand mansion, its imposing facade a stark contrast to her humble cabin.

 A sense of foreboding washed over her. This was no ordinary house; it was a fortress, a place where power and influence held sway.

A liveried servant ushered her in, his eyes wary.

The air inside was thick with an unsettling energy, a mixture of fear and anticipation. Anya felt a chill, not from the cool evening air, but from the unseen forces that lurked within the mansion's walls.

Chapter 3: The Unveiling

The grand drawing-room was a testament to wealth and power.

Sumptuous velvet curtains draped the windows, and a crackling fire cast dancing shadows across the polished marble floor.

 Seated before a roaring fireplace was an elderly man, his face etched with lines of worry.

This was Elias Thorne, President of Thorne Industries, a global conglomerate that dominated the market.

"Miss Frost," Mr. Thorne rose, his voice grave. "Welcome. Please, be seated."

Anya sat opposite him, her gaze unwavering. "Mr. Thorne, I am at your service. What is this urgent matter?"

He hesitated, then leaned forward, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper. "My grandson, Alexander, the CEO of Thorne Industries… he's gravely ill."

Anya's eyes widened. "Illness?"

Mr. Thorne shook his head. "Not an ordinary illness, Miss Frost. He's… fading. Withdrawing. As if something is draining the life from him."

 This sounded familiar to the cases she'd encountered – not physical illness, but something more insidious.

 "Do you suspect… " she asked

Mr. Throne -"please follow me I want you to meet my grandson" with a heavy and elderly voice …

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