The mansion was alive.
It wasn’t just stone, wood, and glass. It breathed in unison with Advay Sehgal — every shadow a warning, every silence a command, every echo a reminder of control.
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The mansion was alive.
It wasn’t just stone, wood, and glass. It breathed in unison with Advay Sehgal — every shadow a warning, every silence a command, every echo a reminder of control.
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