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The afternoon merges into the Blackmoor mansion like a breath is held.

Adeline is sitting at the long oak table in the west study, the sunlight slanting across open books and scattered pages of notes, the kind of light that makes everything seem softer than it actually is. She is pulling her hair back from her face with a loose knot, a sweater wrapped around her, her body positioned carefully in the way of someone who is listening to her body even more than she wants to be. Isla ...