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... ng thin silver lines down the glass. Noel leaned against the frame, one hand resting on the hilt of Revenant Fang, eyes fixed on the distant treeline where the Thorne barrier shimmered faintly. Night had fallen over the estate, quiet—too quiet.
He exhaled, a faint mist leaving his lips. "Seven days already," he muttered. "And still nothing."
Behind that calm tone, his mind replayed the week like a slow reel.
He’d spent it searching—walking every corridor of the mansion, s ...
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