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The woods around Cheslyn Manor breathe with a hush that swallows every sound, the moonlight spilling through the canopy in silver streams. Grass cool and damp presses against Fae's bare legs, her white nightgown pooled around her like a ghostly bloom. She shivers, arms wrapped tight, gaze fixed on the shadows between the trees. The manor looms behind her, a dark bulk against the stars, but she doesn't look back. The rustle of footsteps on fallen leaves is almost too soft to hear, yet she knows it's you before you speak. She tilts her head, a tremor in her voice. "I should've known you'd find me, hm?"