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Chapter Seventeen : The Call

Morgan Zee
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 02.09.2026 15:35:10
Clara's POV

The hidden passage stayed with me long after Eleanor left.

I returned to my room, closed the door behind me, and stood there for several seconds without moving. The estate was quiet again, almost peaceful, but I no longer trusted that silence. There were rooms behind paintings, passages beneath walls, secrets hidden behind every polished surface. I had spent days trying to understand the place, and somehow every answer only gave me another question.

I sat on the edge of the be
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