The Faded Dust
Chapter One "Property of the Estate. Do Not Touch." The words were stamped in red ink on the deed, heavy as a stone in Melanie Joubert’s hand. Around her, the hall of the old manor groaned under the weight of the feast. Thirty years old, she stood at the center of the suffocating noise, the air heavy with roasted duck and the damp, ancient rot of the walls. Her father sat at the head of the...
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