The Distant Promise
The crystal chandelier in the dining hall of Ashworth Manor casts a fractured, diamond-sharp light across the table, illuminating the silver-threaded shawl draped over your shoulders with a brilliance that feels less like jewelry and more like a cage of stars. It is the autumn of 1912, and you, Elara, are twenty-four years old, standing at the head of the table where your family’s ruin is being...
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