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room smelled of cold ashes and disturbed dust.
Evelyn’s stomach dropped. “No.”
They ran the servants’ stairs. At the hidden panel, the lock had been pried and splintered. The attic door stood open.
Inside, one trunk was missing.
Another had been forced.
Papers littered the floor like dead birds.
Noah made a small, shocked sound behind her.
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