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CHAPTER 97 — THE MESSAGE By late afternoon, the house had settled into a tense kind of routine. Not normal—nothing about the day felt normal—but structured enough that people had stopped whispering quite as much. Guards continued their patrols, staff kept moving through the halls, and Damien remained almost entirely out of sight in the security wing. Sienna hadn’t seen him again since breakfast. She wasn’t sure if that bothered her or not. Part of her understood. Damien worked like a machine when something threatened his house. He wouldn’t stop until he found an answer. But another part of her felt the absence. ⸻ She spent most of the afternoon in the library. It was one of the quieter rooms in the estate, with tall windows that looked out over the gardens and shelves filled with
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