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... der the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, its facets creating fractured rainbows across the shiny mahogany table. Yet, the room was thick with tension, a storm brewing amid the clink of silverware and the distant hum of servants bustling in the halls. Mirabel Vexley sat at the head, her elegant fingers drumming impatiently on the arm of her chair, her immaculately styled hair framing a face etched with uncharacteristic desperation. For weeks now, she had been a woman possessed, her days consume ...
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