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... nce-peaceful silence was now drowned by dread. The wind tugged gently at the pale curtain through a crack in the window, but the soft breeze was the last thing on anyone’s mind.
Not when fear clung to the air like the thick, suffocating humidity before a storm.
Inside the master bedroom, a man crouched in a concealed compartment—an old, hidden closet tucked within the stone framework of the manor walls. He wasn’t alone.
His wife clutched his arm tightly, and between them ...
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