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... felt almost alive, as though the quiet itself was a promise it had been keeping for generations.
The wards along its walls didn’t hum or glow like the new ones people build nowadays; instead, they waited, steady as old trees, the kind that seem to breathe in time with the wind.
In the heart of Nocturne mansion, behind doors that opened without handles or locks because the stone knew who belonged, a study kept itself dim and comfortable, as if it had learned long ago that light d ...
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