Sample-V-14: The Master of the Manor
The air in the Georgia backcountry was thick and stagnant, smelling of damp earth and the slow decay of a century's pride. Clara stood in the center of the great hall of Thorne Manor, her gaze fixed on the peeling gold leaf of the ceiling. She had returned to this place as a guest, but as the days passed, she realized she was something closer to a prized possession. Julian Thorne was no longer...
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