A chattering amulet reveals the truth about Cliff’s gear: the chainmail eats. A bargain is struck—nightly rations for protection—and Eddie the mimic joins the roster with a mouthful of spider husks. Debts paid, supplies restocked, and a new commission lands: an abandoned noble estate where “only the leader can reveal” the treasure.Dust, portraits, and skittering swarms give way to hidden levers, diary clues, and wrong shelves that wake ghosts. Then the corridor of mirrors cuts deep—visions of shame, threats of betrayal, promises and condemnations slipped into pockets. Blankets over glass, eyes down, nerves tight. At the end, one last mirror swings like a door… and a lock clicks open on the truth of the house.