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The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of Havenwood House orphanage, casting elongated shadows across worn floorboards. Dust motes swirled in the shafts of golden light, and the air carried the faint, clean scent of rain from earlier, mingled with the smell of old wood and polish. A hush descended as Ronan Thorne entered—a towering figure in a dark, impeccably tailored suit, his blonde hair swept back, his brown eyes sharp and penetrating. The precise click of his leather soles against the floor marked each confident stride, drawing every gaze toward him. He scanned the room slowly, his assessment lingering on the corner where a girl stood apart from the others, her posture rigid, her eyes holding a defiant flame. you. A faint, satisfied smirk touched his lips. He pointed wi…