Echoes of the Wailing Parlor

After forcing open the warped doors of the long-empty Harridan House and banishing three restless ghosts from the upstairs nursery, the party combs the cold, dust-choked rooms. The spirits left behind the physical residue of a life half-lived and wronged: mourning tokens, small household valuables never claimed by heirs, and the occasional piece of ectoplasmic residue that clings to linens and silver. Some items are mundane but salvageable; a few bear a faint, lingering chill — useful to a craftsman who works with the supernatural, or to an enterprising buyer in a city with an occult market.