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CHAPTER 62

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Dominic was twelve when he learned that walls could whisper.

He did not know it then unlike the way adults knew it. It was not fear that had sharpened into instinct.

But something in him had stirred that night, making him unsettled and alert, like an animal sensing weather long before the clouds arrived.

The Valtieri estate slept in layers.

The outer gates first followed by the corridors.

Then silence so thick it felt deliberate.

Dominic lay awake in his bed, staring at the carved ceiling, listening to the hum of a house that never truly rested. He could not yet sleep because his father hadn’t passed by his room yet to say goodnight.

Even as a child, he knew this place breathed differently at night. Doors opened and closed with muted precision while rotation of guards came in disciplined steps. Voices carried when they weren’t meant to, slipping through stone and wood and secrets.

That night, the whispers reached him.

They came through the vent near his window that is low, urgent, unf
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