Chapter 213: A House Hidden in Time

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** The image of the bright red shawl lingered in my mind. I was certain I had seen it before, but at that moment, I couldn’t pinpoint where. “I remember,” Aldrich suddenly spoke, his tone laced with realization. “There’s a red shawl in Master Mary’s room. It’s bright red with intricate patterns embroidered in gold thread.” His words ignited a spark of recognition in me. Yes, that was it! The shawl Aldrich described was indeed familiar—it had caught my eye in Master Mary’s hut. Without hesitation, we headed to her quarters. Sure enough, the shawl hung on the coat rack, its vibrance undiminished by the passage of three centuries. Time had stopped for this piece, just as it had for the remnants of the witch clan. The dark red fabric shimmered, adorned with golden patterns that seemed alive. It was as if the shawl had been preserved at its most radiant moment, waiting for its rightful owner to return and reclaim it. I stared at it for a long moment, and t