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The surroundings quieted down.
Jasmine Yale lay on the velvet bed, her small hand clutching the duvet.
As Sylvan Cheney switched off the light, darkness enveloped everything, with only the hazy moonlight filtering through the curtains.
She couldn’t sleep.
In the study, the man stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows holding his cell phone.
In the depths of his gaze lay the tall trees ahead, extending into dense white frost and mist.
"Mr. ...
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