Prologue: The Cost of Silence
The candlelight flickered in the draft, casting long, twitching shadows across the walls of the Underbough estate’s study. The storm outside clawed at the windows, rain tapping like impatient fingers on the panes. Inside, all was still. Too still.
Haldor Grimshore sits at the heart of the lie, writing condolences he does not feel, while a child sleeps nearby under the weight of a stolen future.
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