Chapter 4
Navigating The Shadows Of The East Wing
We moved swiftly through the private servant passages hidden behind the master bedroom closet, avoiding the main hallways patrolled by Sterling’s men.
The narrow wooden corridors were thick with dust, cobwebs, and the chilly draft of the late October night blowing through old stone walls.
Clara moved with surprisingly agile grace, her bloodstained gown trailing behind her like a ghostly shroud in the shadows.
She knew every secret passage in this estate, having used them as a child to escape her father’s cruel punishments.
As we reached the spiral iron staircase leading down into the library, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the main gallery below.
Arthur Vance’s deep, booming voice cut through the silence, accompanied by the panicked tones of Dr. Mercer.
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“She cannot be allowed to speak to the press or the board members tomorrow!” Arthur barked, his voice filled with tyrannical rage.
“If Julian discovers the truth about the trust, kill them both and make it look like a tragic wedding night murder-suicide.”
