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Ayla's POV
The key felt heavier than I expected.
I turned it over in my hand as I stared at the ornate mirror in the west wing hallway-a part of the mansion I'd only cleaned once and never returned to. The hallway was rarely used, its silence even more stifling than the rest of the estate.
Damien hadn't said much when he gave me the key, only