Several days later, the flickering glow of candlelight filled Edgar’s study. The tall shelves, stacked heavily with volumes, cast looming shadows that made the entire room feel solemn, almost suffocating. Edgar sat behind his massive desk, a teacup—long since gone cold—resting in his hand. His eyes, however, were not on the cup. They were fixed on the figure standing before him: his daughter.Livia stood tall and straight across the desk, her posture composed, her gaze steady. The youthful innocence that once clung to her seemed to have melted away. What replaced it was something harder to define—a quiet, unyielding strength. Edgar stared at her, and for a fleeting instant, it was as if time had turned back. He saw in her the shadow of his late wife—firm, unbending, and cool as winter’s light. That familiar image stirred a wave of tenderness deep within him.But tenderness was a dangerous indulgence. Reality swiftly pressed down, extinguishing it. Edgar’s eyes hardened, the fleeting w
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