Sample-V01-The Fog of Betrayal-202606102359.txt
The gas lamps of London flickered through a pea-soup fog that seemed to swallow the very soul of the city. Clara stood by the window of her small study, the silence of the room amplified by the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock. For seven years, she had built her world around Julian. He was the golden boy of the aristocracy, a man of effortless grace and whispered promises. The first act...
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