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The Portrait on the Wall

Author: Lazywriter
last update publish date: 2026-03-02 11:39:18

[Sarah’s POV]

Norman drove the Maybach like a madman. The tires screamed as we tore up the gravel driveway of the Hale Estate. My heart was in my throat, pounding against my ribs with pure terror.

As the car came to a halt in front of the main house, I didn't wait for Norman to open the door. I jumped out and ran.

Inside the grand waiting room, the air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and old wood. Big Elijah, the estate’s head of security, was standing like in the center of the room. He w
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