The Last Gilded Cage
The twilight of the nineteenth century did not fall; it dissolved. In the drawing rooms of Mayfair, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and the oppressive weight of expectation. Lord Julian stood by the mahogany sideboard, pouring a glass of sherry with a hand that did not shake, though his heart felt like a bird trapped in a cage of ice. Julian was the last of the Vane line, a family...
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