
The moon hung low over the sprawling estate of the Malhotra mansion, casting long, skeletal shadows across the manicured lawns.
But inside the gates, the air was thick with a tension that felt physical, like a storm held back by a fraying thread.

The moon hung low over the sprawling estate of the Malhotra mansion, casting long, skeletal shadows across the manicured lawns.
But inside the gates, the air was thick with a tension that felt physical, like a storm held back by a fraying thread.
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