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Chapter 61

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Monet lingered at the window seat of the manor’s library, knees drawn close beneath the soft drape of her skirt, her breath fogging the cold glass. Snow fell slowly and steadily outside, frosting the lawns in white silence. Inside, the manor was hushed.

Too hushed.

Every creak of the floorboards reminded her that she was still a stranger in this house.

This was Hannah's home, she was filling a space that would never be her's.

Her fingers smoothed over the fabric bunched at her lap, willing h
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