"Open the door."
A strange voice that sounded like a man overlapped with Primrose’s voice from outside the room.
Edmund stood there like a statue, and for some reason, his brain couldn’t think clearly. His wife’s voice gradually became faint.
"If you want to know the truth, you have to open the door."
The voice was soft, almost gentle, like silk brushing against his mind. He could feel that his wolf was trying to drive that voice away, but after a while, even his wolf became dormant.
"What truth?" he asked. His lips moved on their own.
"The truth of your wife’s death."
"She didn’t die because of you, but because of her own choice."
"She chose to die. She just wanted to make you feel guilty."
"That woman is a liar."
"That woman is as poisonous as a serpent. Don’t trust her words, or you will suffer forever."
"I don’t believe you," Edmund said after trying his best to regain full control of his consciousness. "I know my wife. She’s nothing like what you’re saying."
"Do you really know her, or do you only know what she wants to show you?"
Edmund fell silent for a moment. His mind became scrambled again, and eventually, Primrose’s voice could no longer be heard.
"Open this door and you will find the answer."
Edmund replied, "What if I don’t want it?"
"Then you will live in a lie for eternity."
"You will never know what kind of person your wife truly is."
Edmund wanted to ignore that voice completely because he believed in his wife. But no matter how hard he tried to resist, his body moved on its own, as if he had been entranced by some kind of mind-control magic.
"Open the door!"
"Edmund, open the door!"
Both voices overlapped inside his mind. Before he could stop himself, he grabbed the doorknob, then broke it, and pushed the door open.
He held his breath the moment he looked inside.
"What?" He froze in place without blinking.
The room behind the door was vast, but instead of seeing many things, he only saw one object there: a skull.
It was mummified, wrapped in old, yellowed bandages. It sat in the middle of the room, placed neatly on top of a table, like some kind of display.
"Edmund!" Primrose rushed toward him as the soldiers broke the door open by force.
She pushed him back against the wall, trying to bring him back to his senses when she realized he hadn’t heard her at all.
"Edmund! Are you alright?!" she asked, pulling his head down so their faces were level. "EDMUND!"


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