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... tlessly against the windows of the estate, a rhythm that matched the chaotic beat of Elara’s mind. Outside, the gardens were soaked petals sagging under the weight of water, vines tangled like secrets. Inside, the fire in the grand hearth did little to chase away the chill she carried inside her ribs.
She stood at the center of her childhood home, the once-golden heart of the Vance legacy, and realized that everything she’d ever believed about her past was built on foundations that had a ...
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