The Bloom of Regret

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The estate of Thornefield was not a home; it was a sanctuary of silence, where the only sound was the rhythmic sighing of the wind through the weeping willows. Alistair had built this place as a monument to his own arrival. Every marble column, every gilded cornice, and every meticulously manicured hedge was a statement of his triumph over the poverty of his youth. He had arrived at the peak of...

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