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As I stepped into the marble hall of the mansion, the faint aroma of rose tea and polished oak greeted me—along with the sound of my mother’s voice, lilting yet dangerously sharp.
"I shall call Leif to redesign the garden," she said, tapping her teacup with her spoon as though conducting a symphony. "The colors are all wrong. Too lifeless. He’ll know what to do, don’t you think, Mary?"
Mary, her eternally patient lady-in-waiting, nodded politely. "Whatever Madam desir ...
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