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Dim lighting. Always dim lighting. The Verger Mansion rarely ever saw natural sunlight break through the thick curtains that hung to the dark floors. The main source of light came from the small fire in the fireplace. It crackled and filled the large room with very little sound yet it was a strange comfort. Margot always stood near the windows watching the world continue outside. Her world and the world outside of that rarely intersected but when they did she was secretly relieved. Visitors to the Verger home were often either children on a tour or someone threatening to do something to Mason. They often went hand in hand really. This visitor didn’t seem to have the same agenda though. She looked too young to have a child, to old to be on one of those tours herself. She looked out of place against the backdrop of her world. Margot didn’t move from the window while she kept an eye on the visitor. If she had any business there she’d find her way around.
