The heavy oak door of the old Wen family estate clicked shut behind Linsy, sealing away the lingering ghosts of grief and confrontation. She climbed the stairs to the room that had been hers during this somber interlude, her movements mechanical. The black dress she wore felt like a second skin of sorrow, and she was desperate to shed it. It was time to go back to the city, back to the cold, gleaming apartment that served as her gilded cage, back to the intricate web of her life with ...