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Sixty-Three: Recognition In The Bone
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2025-07-05 08:30:56Lillium Roosevelt
The sound of our footsteps echoed down the grand hallway, softened only by the thick Persian runner beneath our shoes. I clung a little tighter to Adam’s arm as we neared the massive double doors at the end—each carved with ornate patterns and brushed with gold accents. Whatever tension I had managed to shake off upstairs was now coiling right back into my spine.This wasn’t just dinner. This was The Dinner. The official welcome. The first real test. The “meet the family” milestone—except this family came with power, legacy, and an estate that looked like it belonged on the cover of some old-money lifestyle magazine.Two attendants in crisp uniforms opened the doors with perfect timing, revealing a dining room so grand it made my apartment look like a shoebox.The chandelier above was a shimmering galaxy of crystal and light. The walls were deep navy, lined with portraits of stern-looking Lewiston ancestors who probably owned ha
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