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Not the heavy, echoing stillness of wealth or discipline, it was the gentler kind, soft and domestic, threaded with the faint scent of coffee and linen detergent. Outside, the winter light stretched across the estate’s terraces, gleaming off the pale stone and the glass veranda where frost still clung like lace. Inside, everything was warm, deliberate, and absurdly expensive.
Lucas sat curled in one of the living room armchairs, a blanket draped over his lap and their son res ...
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