The morning light sliced through Woodstone Mansion’s dusty curtains, but something was off. Not the usual off—like Hetty’s corset being two inches tighter or Thorfinn grumbling about cloud cover. This was digital .
Trevor materialized halfway through the library wall, flickering like a bad Zoom call. “Uh… guys? Why do I feel like I’m buffering?”
Alberta, mid-sing, glitched into a robotic stutter. “What in the Prohibition beep-boop-boop is that?”
The morning light sliced through Woodstone Mansion’s dusty curtains, but something was off. Not the usual off—like Hetty’s corset being two inches tighter or Thorfinn grumbling about cloud cover. This was digital .
Trevor materialized halfway through the library wall, flickering like a bad Zoom call. “Uh… guys? Why do I feel like I’m buffering?”
Alberta, mid-sing, glitched into a robotic stutter. “What in the Prohibition beep-boop-boop is that?”