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... decay, noble homes usually held onto their noise—maids whispering, boots on cobblestone, arguments behind doors. But here?
Only the croaking of distant toads.
The suck of damp earth.
And the sound of breathing.
Felix trudged down the flooded path with a lantern held high, boots half-submerged in peat water. Fireflies blinked along the edges of the old mangrove groves, but even they seemed hesitant to linger near the main manor.
It had taken days of travel ...
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