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CHAPTER 95 — CRACKS IN THE HOUSE The house didn’t sleep that night. Not really. Even though the lights in most of the rooms eventually dimmed and the halls grew quieter, there was still movement everywhere. Guards rotated shifts more frequently than usual. Doors opened and closed at odd hours. Voices carried faintly through corridors that were normally silent after midnight. Sienna noticed all of it. When a place had tension running through its walls, you could feel it even if no one said a word. ⸻ Damien didn’t come back for a long time. At first she tried to stay awake. She sat on the bed, listening to the footsteps outside the door, occasionally glancing at the clock beside the lamp. Midnight passed. Then one. Then two. Eventually the exhaustion caught up with her. She lay
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