The Distant Temple
The lilies in the gilded hall of Lord Vane’s estate were arranged with a precision that felt less like decoration and more like a surgical incision into the air. I stood at the center of it all, thirty-two years old, my hand trembling as I accepted the invitation to marry him, a man who had spent the last two decades systematically dismantling my father’s legacy to claim the widow’s fortune...
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