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Chapter Twelve – The Texture of Secrets 

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Seraphina Vellaro – POV

The study became my new world. Its dimensions were defined by the scent of old books and Lucian’s cologne, the feel of cool marble underfoot near the fireplace, and the specific, unchanging position of the heavy oak desk. For four hours each day, I was marooned in this island of controlled power, with the journal as my only compass.

The first two days were an exercise in frustration. The journal was a physical echo of my mother, but its secrets remained stubbornly silent. My fingers, my most trusted guides, traced the lock, the cover, the edges, over and over. I could feel the minute variations in the leather, the slight warp of the board where it had once been damp. But it was just a book. A beautiful, inert, and mocking object.

Lucian was a silent specter during these sessions. He never interrupted, rarely spoke. But I could feel his presence, a constant, oppressive pressure from the corner of the room where he sat, watching. I could hear the soft turn of
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