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Chapter 8 : The midnight ledger 📒

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​The grandfather clock in the foyer struck twelve, each chime vibrating through the floorboards like a heartbeat. I stood at the top of the stairs, my silk robe clutched tight. My mother had been asleep for an hour, lulled by the expensive wine Julian had poured for her at dinner.

​The house was a tomb of shadows, illuminated only by the occasional flash of lightning from the heat storm rolling in from the coast.

​I didn't want to go. Every instinct screamed at me to lock my door. But the thoug
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