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The Black Hollow wasn't a sanctuary.
It was a vault.
Every step Isla took inside the cold stone manor echoed like a reminder: this place was built to keep secrets buried and enemies out. The walls were lined with faded portraits of people who had probably died bloody deaths, and the air smelled faintly of iron, moss, and grief.
Mira led them thr
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