The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ballroom at Harrow Estate smelled of beeswax and old money, a scent that seemed to cling to the fabric of the air itself, heavy and suffocating. Elara stood near the marble column, her fingers stained with the faintest ghost of cobalt, watching the Duke move through the crowd like a shark through kelp. He was a man who had never needed to raise his voice to be heard, and tonight, his eyes...

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