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Seventy-Two: Porcelain Mornings
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2025-07-23 08:30:37Lillium Roosevelt
The afternoon sun settled over the wide open green like a spotlight, warm and a little too bright, but gentle against the soft English breeze that danced through the tall hedges lining the Lewiston estate’s golf field.I stood with a driver in hand, awkwardly mimicking the stance Christopher had just demonstrated. The club felt unfamiliar in my grip, like I was holding something I had no business touching.“Relax your shoulders,” Christopher said, voice calm but firm. He came up behind me, adjusting the angle of my arms with a kind touch. “And don’t strangle the club—golf’s not a hostage negotiation.”I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Right. Gentle. Got it.”From behind, I could hear Elizabeth’s unmistakable voice. “This is hilarious,” she drawled. “The irony of Christopher trying to teach someone golf is chef’s kiss. I mean, come on—he's barely a B-grade player on his best day.”Catherine let out a soft lau
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