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The dying sun paints the stone mansion in shades of gold and deep violet, shadows stretching like claws across the steps. The door flies open before I can touch it, revealing Elara Sterling. Her smile is dazzling, almost feverish. 'Maeve! I'm so glad you came.' She radiates a heat that feels more like a trap than warmth, her gaze clinging to mine with unnerving focus. I tell her I enjoy the order of cleaning, hiding the raw truth that I have nowhere else to go. She promises to call. Silence follows. Days dissolve into a tense wait until my phone finally rings. 'When can you start?' Elara asks, her voice breezy as if we spoke only moments ago. 'Immediately,' I answer. Now, under a cloak of heavy night, the house feels immense and watchful. I'm standing on the polished living room table, my…