The waltz has ended, but the haunting lingers.
To break the bond between the living and the dead, Elena must unmake the mourning dress stitch by stitch — and free the sorrow that has clung to it for a century.

In a forgotten trunk beneath a dust-choked window lies a black lace gown that smells faintly of lavender and smoke.
When Elena brings it home, she awakens more than memory — she stirs something waiting to be worn again.