## **Chapter 8 – Ancestral Home**

 

The house that belonged to the Zamelski family before the war stood today only as remnants of its foundations and brick fragments embedded in the ground. Skalin had long ago swallowed them up, turning them into a public garden and parking lot. But the place remembered.

They got out of the car and stood in an empty lot. It was late afternoon, but the air was still, too heavy and chilly for this time of year.

“There’s nothing here,” Piotr muttered.

Marta shook her head.

“There’s too much.”

Zofia took a few steps toward the concrete slab. And then…

**the air around her quivered**.

Everyone felt it. Not like the wind.

Not like the vibrations of the earth.

As if… the space recognized her.

Klara froze.

“I can feel it.”

Lena tightened her grip on Zofia’s arm.

“Slowly.”

Zofia knelt down and touched the ground with her fingertips.

And then they appeared.

Symbols.

As if carved in the air, glowing with a barely visible light.

Marta pressed record on the camera.

"They're reacting to her..."

Łukasz stared in disbelief.

"This isn't normal."

Suddenly, all the symbols began to pulse in rhythm with Zofia's... heartbeat.

Her breathing quickened.

"I know this," she whispered.

Piotr looked at her sharply.

"Where?"

"I don't know... but..." She closed her eyes, "**as if a part of me remembered."**

Marta took her hand, as if afraid Zofia would fall.

"What do you see?"

"Not symbols. Not light. I see people... my people... in a circle. Reciting something in a language I don't know." "Do you hear anything?" Klara asked.

Zofia opened her eyes.

She had a distant look in her eyes.

"A woman's voice. Very quiet. She says... 'I'm back.'"

They all looked at each other.

"Who's back?" Lena asked.

Zofia whispered back:

**—The city.**

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➡️ **A Circle That Never Closed** – about the fact that there are still *living* descendants in the Zamelski family, whom someone is carefully hiding...