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Chapter 63: Forgiveness

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‎Mikhail’s POV

The mansion had never been this quiet before.

‎Not even after deaths.

‎Not after funerals.

‎Not after bloodshed.

‎This silence was different.

‎It felt hollow.

‎Rotting.

‎Like the entire house had finally become what Nora always called it from the very beginning.

‎A cage.

‎The flowers in the living room had died days ago. Nobody bothered replacing them anymore. The roses I once filled the mansion with for her had withered into dark brittle things before the maids finally threw the
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