Devastation washed over Adeline. She recognized the grave mistake she had made by entrusting the twins to Elder Cryica.
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The sheer uncertainty of the situation gnawed at her like a relentless predator. She ran her trembling hands through her tousled hair, her once calm demeanor now shattered by anxiety.
Anara, still cradled in her arms, showed no sign of ceasing her inconsolable cries.
Adeline persisted, her voice wavering as she repeatedly called out for the missing woman, her pleas growing more desperate with each utterance.
Yet, the halls remained eerily silent, offering no answers, no comfort.
In her relentless search, Adeline navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion, the weight of dread pressing down upon her like an insurmountable burden.
Anara's cries seemed to echo the turmoil that churned within her.
