The grandfather clock struck midnight.
Its deep chime echoed through the silent halls of Ashford Manor.
Outside, rain began to fall once more, washing away the smell of smoke that still lingered in the air after the fire.
Inside the study...
Neither Caelan nor Liora had moved.
The ancient iron box rested between them on the desk.
It was no larger than an old jewelry box, blackened with age and engraved with symbols Liora had never seen before.
She finally broke the silence.
"You promised."
Caelan looked at her.
"I did."
"No more secrets."
He nodded slowly.
"No more lies."
The words seemed to cost him something.
He pulled a chair out for her.
"Sit."
She remained standing.
"I've been sitting in the dark for months."
"I'd rather stand while you tell me the truth."
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