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The Burning Night
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2026-09-30 13:30:53The velvet curtains of the private study inside the Blackwood estate were drawn tight against the heavy rain storm outside. Amber light flickered from a roaring stone fireplace, casting long, intimate shadows across the floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves and plush leather armchairs.
It was Day 15—the halfway mark of their thirty-day marriage agreement.
Robin sat a
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