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Business in the shadows?
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2026-05-29 17:56:00Anya pov.
The mansion felt more like a gilded cage than ever, with its cold, grand corridors and echoes of a world I didn’t belong to.Each passing day tightened the web around me, the delicate balance between survival and escape becoming harder to maintain.One evening, as the fading light cast long shadows through the windows, I spotted Anton in a quiet corner of the hallway.He stood partially obscured by the heavy drapery, his broad forehead creased as he typed furious
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