The Wistful Saga
The chandelier in the grand hall of Blackwood Manor did not merely hang; it dominated, a sprawling constellation of crystal and gold that cast a fractured, dizzying light over the assembled guests, a light that seemed to vibrate with the sheer, oppressive weight of the industrialist’s wealth. Professor Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the room, his spine rigid against the velvet curtain,...
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