Mae’s fear swallowed her words.

“T concur. Guide me through the necessary steps,” Mae surrendered.

Bria and Mae, partners in secrecy, emerged from the study. Bria cast furtive glances around before leaning closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper.

“Mr. Thomas is bound for the study later. Hurry, fetch Millie here as soon as the wings of time allow.”

Meanwhile, Millie was found in contemplation, ensconced on a chair by the tranquil lotus pool.

In the last few days, her mind was a wandering ghost, tethered neither here nor there. Just last night, she had been seized by a nightmare in which her grandmother’s life ebbed away, jolting her awake in cold terror.

Thomas summons you to the study. He has words that await

“He desires my audience?”

“Yes, Mrs. Thomas.”

fell, as if unable to bear the weight of Millie’s

in the summons, Millie rose

the study, a turn revealed that Mae

raised, a soft knock at the door, but silence was her only

door open, entering

about to retreat when her

of porcelain scattered like

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