<p>The winter wind carried snow through the gaps in the manor gates...

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The winter wind carried snow through the gaps in the manor gates like a whisper no one was meant to hear.

Eliza Thorne stood at the edge of the Huntington gardens, her breath visible in the pale morning light. The estate stretched before her—black iron fences, snow-dusted topiary, a fountain frozen halfway mid-splash. She had walked these paths a hundred times in her imagination, always as a ghost, never as a guest. But today she was a guest. The announcement had come three weeks ago: Miss Thorne...

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