“It went for her.” Klara finally speaks but in a flat monotone manner. “Her suicide did not save her from her fate. She thought it would, but in the afterlife she had to pay for her malevolence.”
“What do you mean?” Laszlo questions but he does not receive an immediate response so he asks another question. “How did this get here?”
Klara stands quietly for several seconds then takes a step back from the open door. She holds her hand out as if to warn everyone to stay back as the air seems to thicken and fill with pressure. The woman then answers the question.
“It brought it to you as a reminder.” She says in a chuckle. “It thought maybe you had forgotten your role in this.”
She turns slightly to see Laszlo’s expression but he is not looking at her. Instead, he is holding the delicate pin so tightly it begins to cut into his hand and then he hurls it toward the stone fireplace shattering it into tiny pieces that scatter in all directions of the room as a fine powder.
“Istvan,” Klara whispers. “I know it is here, can you see it now?