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The early afternoon at the place hung suspended in a pale, silvery silence. Outside the grand stone ramparts of Vance Manor, a heavy mist clung to the black cliffside, swallowing the horizon where the jagged mountains met the restless North Sea. The wind was a gentle, cold whisper against the reinforced glass panes, while inside the private nursery suite, the atmosphere remained warm, quiet, and shadowed.