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The mistress room is in the darkest wing of the oldest building on Hamilton grounds. Most of the building is for bodyguards and servants, but there are a few rooms for guests of lower status. Andrea walks down the dark hallway, fighting the urge to shiver. Most of the servants have gone to bed, so the building is silent and dim. The hazy yellow glow of street lamps comes in through a window. The servant stops outside a plain wood door and slowly opens it. Andrea pauses in the doorway, but the servant impatiently pushes her into the room and shuts the door. Andrea fumbles for the light switch and a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling flickers. Something squeaks and Andrea turns to see a mouse scurry across the floor and under her bed. She rolls her eyes—the Hamiltons are very partic