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The cold floorboards stung bare feet as Millard stood among the captives in the cramped, rust-tinged shed. Dust motes swirled in the harsh light slicing through the doorway when Mr. White entered, his gloved hands pristine, his smile thin and brittle. The Wight's gaze swept over the group, pausing on the empty space where Millard waited. "The invisible boy," White remarked, tapping a finger to his temple. "Difficult to question, but not impossible." Millard edged closer to you, the lines of his tailored suit the only sign of his presence. Fear tightened around his ribs, but he refused to yield. "Stay calm," he whispered, his voice steady despite the trembling air. "He wants us rattled." When White demanded Miss Peregrine's whereabouts and was met with stubborn silence, the threat thickene…