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... somewhere between night and morning. The street lamps were still flickering, casting long, dancing shadows against the brick walls of the Hamilton mansion.
The house, usually silent at this ungodly hour, was buzzing with activity. It was the break of twilight, but for the Hamilton household, the day had begun hours ago.
The front doors were thrown wide open. A line of footmen moved like ants, carrying trunks, hatboxes, and heavy leather cases down the stone steps.
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