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Chapter Thirteen-The Hidden Hand

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The night after the confrontation at the Malvern estate left Ashford Hollow restless.

Fog still hung low over the town, but something had changed in the air. The silence that once protected secrets now felt uneasy, fragile — as though the truth was slowly pushing its way through cracks in the town’s carefully constructed calm.

Clara barely slept.

Every time she closed her eyes, memories flooded back — the fire, the shouting, the night she lost everything. But now new questions crowded her
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