The Wistful Saga
The banquet hall of Blackwood Manor smelled of roasting goose and old wax. You stood at the edge of the crowd, holding the small, leather-bound book in your hands, your fingers trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the secrets it held. The room was a tapestry of silk and gold, a suffocating display of wealth that had been inherited, not earned. Around you, the faces of your...
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