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... gering in the air, the sweet ghost of bourbon syrup, the quiet clink of porcelain that had been cleared away by silent hands. Eloise sat alone at the long oak table, the black card resting between her fingertips like a foreign object. Matte, weightless, limitless. She turned it over once, twice, watching the light catch the embossed edge.
No joy rose in her chest. No thrill of freedom or power. Only a quiet, stubborn ache.
She didn’t want to depend on any man. Not even one who ki ...
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