The Distant Summer

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The banquet hall of the Ashworth Estate smelled of roasted pheasant and old money. Eleanor Fairchild stood at the edge of the marble floor, her fingers tracing the cold, unyielding curve of the diamond choker at her throat. It was a family heirloom, passed down through generations of women who had known how to smile while the world burned. Tonight, the air was thick with the murmur of the High...

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