Author's POVThe next morning came heavy with silence. The rain had stopped, but the house still felt cold not from weather, but from the tension that had settled in its walls. Fred had been locked in one of the family’s secured quarters, a small, quiet place at the far end of the estate. The old room had no windows, only a single lamp that flickered weakly against the walls.Fred sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed door. He wasn’t angry at least, not anymore. Mostly, he was tired. He had shouted, pleaded, and reasoned with Maurice until his voice cracked, but none of it mattered. His brother’s mind was made up.“Maurice has lost himself,” he murmured to the empty room. “And I’m paying the price.”He didn’t even know how long it had been hours or maybe a full day. There was no clock, no sunlight. Just silence and the echo of his own thoughts.**Meanwhile, in another part of the mansion, Maurice stood by the window in his study, watching the rain drip from the eaves. Fro
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