In the sterile, echoing halls of the Thorne estate, silence was the loudest sound. I had built a life on the cold, hard logic of a billion-dollar empire, but the sudden death of my wife, Seraphina, had left me structurally unsound. A world-renowned cellist, she had been the vibrato to my monotone life. She died four days after delivering our …
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