Norton figured he must be running a pretty high fever, or else he would never have ended up outside Orpheus's front door in the middle of the night.
This massive, opulent house looked like it could rival half the Manor. No wonder Orpheus had told him that dropping his name was enough to make sure nobody dared mess with him—with a background that privileged, who would?
Crouching down suspiciously outside the fence to keep out of sight, Norton felt less like a visitor and more like a cat burglar or a thief.
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