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... where every clink of silver sounded like judgment, but beneath a white-stone gazebo that could seat two dozen people.
Morning light poured through the lattice roof in soft gold ribbons, warming the marble floor and turning the dew on the grass into scattered diamonds.
Climbing roses had claimed every arch, their thorny vines twisting like they owned the place. Cream, blush, and deep crimson blooms spilled overhead, heavy with perfume — sweet, intoxicating, almost too lush for so ...
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