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Chapter 59

Author: Tory
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By the time my mother finished her breakfast, the sun had risen high. I wanted her to feel comfortable, wanted her to see everything this life had to offer. So, I stood at the entrance of the east wing, watching her adjust her shawl.

“Ready for your tour?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful.

She turned to me, her expression was unreadable as usual. “Tour?”

“Yes,” I said with a smile. “You haven’t seen the rest of the estate yet. It’s quite something.”

She made a faint hum, somewhere between a sigh and a scoff. “If you insist.”

I led the way as we passed through the long corridor.

“This hallway alone could fit my entire house twice over,” my mother murmured.

I chuckled. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is,” she said curtly. “No one needs this much space. You could lose a child in here and not notice until dinner.”

I decided not to comment on that. Instead, I pointed toward the double doors ahead. “This leads to the library.”

When I opened them, the faint smell of aged
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