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Chapter 18: The Cage Learns Her Name

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The mansion no longer felt like a home; it seemed as though something had awakened within its walls. Not the Thornes, but something far older. Seraphina sat in her room, her hands pressed so tightly against her lap that her nails dug into her skin. The words from the paper refused to leave her mind.

She was taken—not dead, not lost. The difference was like a blade that refused to stop cutting. A soft knock came at the door. Seraphina flinched before she could stop herself. "Madam," came a maid’
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