The Queen's Gambit
The fog rolled thick over Yorkshire moors that December night, wrapping the manor house in a shroud of grey that seemed to press against every pane of glass. Eleanor Vane stood at her bedroom window, breath fogging the cold surface, watching the last of the carriage lights disappear down the lane. Her mother's voice still echoed from downstairs—another suitors, another arrangement, another life...
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