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Midnight held the old estate in a breathless hush, disturbed only by the whisper of ivy against stone. In the heart of the moon-washed courtyard, Lady Elara stood motionless, a dark silhouette against the pale blooms, her thoughts a world away. The Countess, drawn by her own sleeplessness, stepped from the shadows. Seeing Elara’s lonely figure, a sudden, sharp ache of longing rose in her chest—a desperate need to know if the silent tension between them was shared, if this pull was more than a solitary dream.