The Distant Promise
The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its seal unbroken, the ink a faded sepia that seemed to absorb the dim light of the study. Elara Vane smoothed the paper with a finger that trembled not from cold, but from the specific, grinding exhaustion of a woman who had spent three years calculating the cost of her own survival. It was a summons from the estate of Lord Blackwood, addressed to the widow...
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