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The morning the story was set to break, the sky over Velbridge cracked with thunder.
Mira stood in the archive room of Thornwick Hall, fingers ink stained and eyes red from a night of little sleep. Around her, boxes of evidence sat neatly labeled: Letters. Ledgers. Witness accounts, Property and deeds. Correspondence with the Hollow Guest.
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