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The rain had been falling for hours, soft and steady, like the world was trying to lull itself to sleep. Maren didn’t mind. She liked the quiet that came with storms—the way people moved slower, spoke softer, and stared longer out windows. It made the world feel like a painting, paused mid-brushstroke.She ducked into the café on 12th and Alder, the one with the mismatched chairs and the crooked sign that read “Clementine’s.” It had been her favorite once, back when she and June used to come here every Sunday. Back when June was still alive.M...
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Chapter 1: The Black EnvelopeOn a storm-tossed evening, Isla pressed her palm to the glossy black envelope. No return address. Only her name, scrawled in elegant silver ink. Rain dripped from her hair as she tore the seal. Inside lay a single card:You are summoned to the Winter Masquerade at Dorne Hall. Midnight. No questions asked.Her pulse quickened. Dorne Hall was the place her mother vanished—and where whispers of dark alliances still lingered. She tucked the card into her coat pocket, fetched her crimson mask, and steeled herself for th...
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