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111. The House of Thorne

Author: Nightingale
last update publish date: 2026-01-27 23:58:10
Alex's POV:

The car ride feels longer than usual.

The road to Thorne Estate is familiar. I have traveled it since I was a child. Every turn, every stone wall, every tall iron gate. But tonight it feels different. Heavier.

Maybe it is the moon.

Maybe it is the silence.

Or maybe it is the feeling in my chest that something is wrong and I just cannot name it.

The gates open before the driver even slows down. Guards stand straighter when they see the family crest on the car. Respect. Fear. Both look
Nightingale

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