Chapter Thirteen: The Hollow Between Days

Greystone House glowed with the gentle hush of evening.

The clink of teacups had faded into the soft rustle of embroidery hoops and the turning of pages. The lamps burned low, casting amber shadows on the walls, and the scent of rosewood and fresh linens filled the drawing room.

“Another cup, darl...

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