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The castle no longer felt like a ruin. For centuries it had been a monument to sorrow — stone halls haunted by memory, battlements carved with old scars, rooms echoing with the ghosts of a life Silas once lived and lost. But sunlight streamed through it now. Warm. Real. Alive. Children's laughter filled the corridors. At least, one child's laughter. Thea looked up from her desk just in time to see a small figure darting past the open doorway, curls bouncing wildly, tiny boots skidding on polished stone floors. "Kellan Silas," she called, failing miserably to sound stern. "Where are you running to, little fox?" A giggle echoed through the hall. "Papa said I could explore!" Thea arched a brow, amused. "Did he now?" Before she could rise, Silas appeared behind their son — taller, bro
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