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... in the morning. The sound was a heavy, mournful chime in the absolute, deathly stillness of the house.
From a side door, a figure shrouded in a dark, heavy cloak emerged, moving with a frantic, stumbling haste. It was Lorena.
Her face, illuminated for a second by a sliver of moonlight, was a mask of terror. Her eyes were wide and tear-stained, her hair a wild, undone mess.
She ran down the servants’ steps, her cloak catching on the stones, her breath coming in ragged, pa ...
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