The Last Pillar of House Thorne
The rain in the valley had not stopped for forty days, turning the ancestral lands of the Thorne family into a swamp of grey mud and dying hopes. Beatrice stood on the balcony of the great house, watching the fog swallow the distant hills. The manor, once a beacon of power and prestige, was now a crumbling shell, its tapestries moth-eaten and its hearths cold. Beatrice's engagement to Julian...
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