Days had passed since the elaborate spectacle of Julian and Serena’s wedding.

The world moved on, oblivious to the subtle triumphs and calculated victories that had quietly unfolded beneath the surface.

Yet, for Evelyn Morgan, the air still carried the echo of controlled chaos, the satisfaction of a plan executed with precision, and the anticipation of the next stage.

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I arrived at Soren’s house in the late afternoon, the sky painted in pale oranges and ...