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Lucas came downstairs, still buttoning the cuff of his shirt, eyes scanning the quiet foyer.

“…Mave?”

No answer.

He frowned and walked into the living room. The house felt strangely empty .

One of the maids hurried past with a polite smile.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Where’s Mave?” Lucas asked.

“Oh,”...

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