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LUKE'S POV Under the star-studded night sky, the cool breeze rustled through the trees surrounding my's mansion. Standing on the marble steps, I gazed out into the darkness, thoughts drifting back to memories of my late grandfather. The old mansion stood silent, a sentinel to the passage of time, with its grandeur steeped in mytory and memories of generations past. The moon cast a soft glow over the sprawling estate, illuminating the intricate details of the architecture. My grandfather, a towering figure in my life, had been a man of wisdom and kindness. my presence still lingered in every corner of the mansion, in the creak of the old floorboards and the musty scent of aged books. I closed my eyes, trying to summon my grandfather's voice from the depths of my memory. I could almost hear the deep timbre of my laughter and the gentle words of advice that had guided me through my formative years. As I stood there, a wave of nostalgia washed over me, recalling the countless evenings