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... g was wrong.
The scent of lavender that usually lingered faintly in the space had faded. The hearth had gone cold. The bed lay empty, sheets thrown aside in disarray. The windows were open wide, letting in a gust of wind that tossed the sheer curtains like restless spirits.
But it was the silence that screamed the loudest.
Magnolia stepped inside, her boots soundless against the stone. Her heart pounded not with fear, but with knowing. The mark on her palm began to throb ...
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