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CHAPTER 5 — The Cold Morning

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Elara woke before sunrise, heart thudding lightly in her chest. The warmth of the mansion wrapped around her like a thick blanket, but her body felt cold. She couldn’t shake the memory of Alexander’s voice last night—commanding, sharp, yet threaded with something she didn’t know how to name.

If anything happens tonight… call out. I will hear it.

He didn’t have to say that. He didn’t need to. But he did.

She sat up, gathering her thoughts. Today “will be harder,” he had said. That alone made her stomach tighten.

A soft knock came at her door.

Not Alexander’s knock.

This one was lighter—almost scared.

Elara opened it to find a maid, head bowed. The young woman didn’t raise her eyes, voice low.

“Good morning, miss. The Master instructs that you come downstairs. Breakfast will be served.”

Elara nodded. “Thank you.”

“No… thank him,” the maid whispered nervously, then hurried away.

Elara dressed quickly in the simple clothes left for her: soft grey fabric, plain but comfortable. She combed
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