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... cast long shadows across the manicured gardens. The sprawling mansion with its imposing facade looked quieter than usual-the winter chill had driven even the most dedicated groundskeepers indoors.
Walking past the empty gazebo, I found myself imagining Marcus sitting there, his powerful presence commanding attention even in solitude.
The butler greeted me at the entrance, taking my coat with practiced efficiency.
"Is Mr. Murphy available?" I asked, brushing a stray hair f ...
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