The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed three times, a hollow, echoing sound that seemed to mock the silence of the mansion. Ananya woke with a start, her hand brushing the empty space on the bed where Meera should have been. The silk sheets were cold and smooth. Panic, sharp and metallic, flared in her chest. Meera, in her condition, should not be wandering the house at this hour.
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