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gleaming under streetlamps. The Cornwell Estate was ablaze with golden lights, music humming through its marble halls like a siren's lul

iles, and secrets. Amidst chatter about business mergers and philanthropic facades, alli

e belonged here, yet her heart thudded with a strange urgency. She was a Cornwell daughter of Bishop Cornwell, the most revered spiritual figure in the ci

ng of the city library. The rain had pounded outside, a rhythmic beat to their first conversation. Victor had re

seemed like an echo of her soul. They talked of art, politics, purpose his words stirred her in ways even the cathedral's choir could not. By the time they sh

nown love so raw, so free of calculation. Victor wasn't born of this world of velve

the elite she sensed the barriers creeping back

ageantry of their upbringing. While Racheal scribbled in notebooks and quoted obscure poets, Sophia reveled in the spotlights of fashion shows and chari

rail of broken hearts men and women alike he was the family's wildfire. Still, Bishop Cornwell ne

orality and fear. With his eloquence and prophetic aura, he held the city in spiritu

lating, had become a quiet architect behind many of the Bishop's expansions. George Walsh, in contrast, had aged gently, w

nd secrets behind her eyes, she was the Cornwell vault. Where the Bishop commanded attention, Eleanor commanded si

Proceeds for the city's largest orphanage had brought everyone out wealthy

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nto her childhood. They'd played in the Cornwell garden, whispered secrets behind the choir stal

with familiar fire. They embraced, warmly but with tension humming underneath. The years had

er flowed naturally between them, and then, without a sign

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