The next morning, Beatrice was jolted from her sleep by a cacophony of maids screaming.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she shot out of bed and hurried from the dormitory, bracing herself for some terrible disaster.
But when she looked down into the atrium, it was utterly deserted. The usual morning bustle of maids sweeping and scrubbing was gone, replaced by an unnerving silence. The great hall was dead empty.
She followed the sound
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