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The guest wing of the Martin mansion was shrouded in a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the hum of the central heating. Snow was deep in a restless sleep, her delicate, pale face framed by a curtain of ink-black hair. She looked fragile, almost porcelain, nestled against the pillows.

As Liam sat in his wheelchair by her bedside, his gaze drifted downward