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Adeline steps back into the mansion, as morning light spills across the gravel driveway-soft and pale, as if the sky hasn't quite made up its mind to be blue today. She hadn't been home in weeks-not really, not long enough to breathe in the scent of pinewood and lemon oil and the faint trace of old books that always lingered in the halls. The moment Ronan pushes open the main doors, she steps inside, her footsteps slow and nearly cautious, as if the place might feel foreign after ...