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The grand estate loomed against a sky bruised with twilight, its gilded gates reflecting the last sliver of sun. Inside, polished marble floors mirrored the chandelier's soft glow, and the air carried a faint scent of aged oak and cold stone. You followed Eliana through corridors that felt endless, each step echoing like a heartbeat. The mansion was opulent yet oppressive—every painting, every vase, a silent testament to someone else's life. Mrs. Ester Jordan walked ahead, her heels clicking with practiced grace, her silence slicing through any warmth. She stopped at a door, its mahogany surface gleaming under the dim light. "I'll introduce you to my husband," she said, her voice smooth as silk. The door swung open, and the room exhaled a chill. There he sat—Alexis Jordan. White hair…