Miles walked into the grand hall, revealing the true grandeur of Lykaon Mansion. Luxurious carpet covered the floor, masterful paintings graced the walls, and well-designed furniture decorated the room, with a glorious chandelier bringing all the individual elements together with perfect harmony. However, Miles’s attention was on something else, something on the second floor, reached via one of two diverging staircases. He gazed at the familiar painting, visible to anyone in the grand hall, depicting a well-dressed couple. The gentleman was handsome and clean-shaven, with a stern but pleased look on his face, and the lady was beautiful with a little makeup, curls of auburn hair down her back, smiling with bright brown eyes. They were Etan and Agnes Lykaon, his parents. Miles felt his hands reaching for the wooden pendant on his neck, hung by an old piece of string. It was carved out of rosewood, half of one face painted white and the other hal
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