The night rested quietly over the mansion, draping the walls in a soft, silver hush. Beyond the tall glass windows, the garden stretched endlessly, bathed in moonlight. The trees stood still, their shadows long and watchful, while the faint rustle of leaves whispered secrets only the darkness understood. Lucas stood before the window, unmoving. One hand rested lightly against the cool glasses, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the garden_far past the trimmed hedges, past the iron gates, past glass, but even that seemed distant, as though the man staring back at him belonged to another time. His expression was unreadable. But his eyes... his eyes carried something heavier. A storm that had long passed, but somehow never left. Fragments of memory drifted through his mind like echoes refusing to fade. A voice. A laugh. A word that had once crafted itself into him. A word that had changed his entire being. WEAK. His jaw tightened slightly. For a moment, the silence around him fe
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