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I knew that look. It was the same one my mother had right before she fell.
Silas was depressed for a few days, but eventually, he seemed to accept his fate.
During the day, he worked with the estate's perfumer, studying spice blends. At night, he would sit alone in his room, reading and writing.
Looking at him, all I could think was how my mother had wasted her life on him.
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