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Morning light filters through the curtains-like thin tendrils of gold-falls upon the Blackmoor mansion, though it can hardly seem warm. The halls are still; heavy with quiet, as if holding one's breath in waiting.

Adeline wakes to the sound of faint birdsong outside her window. For a moment, she doesn't remember where she is. Her eyes blink open slowly, unfocused, the ceiling above her unfamiliar in the soft dawn glow.

Then it all comes back—Ronan's arms, the speed of the bike, ...