Greta moved through the mansion with a tray balanced carefully in both hands. Her expression was calm, or at least, she desperately hoped it looked calm.Inside, however, her thoughts were anything but peaceful. Every few steps, her mind returned to the storage room.She tried to push the memory away.Don't think about it. She couldn't afford to, not where anyone could see the slightest change in her expression.Greta adjusted her grip on the tray and continued down the corridor.A few servants passed her and she smiled politely."Good morning.""Morning, Greta."She kept walking but her heart was pounding. She had convinced herself that everything was over, the maid was gone, the evidence had been removed.Nobody knew. At least, nobody was supposed to know. Then she heard voices coming from the courtyard.Greta slowed.Two guards were standing near the fountain, speaking quietly."...still haven't found her."Greta's steps immediately stopped and her fingers tightened around the tray
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