The master bedroom suite of Thorne Manor occupied the entire eastern wing of the upper floor, an opulent sanctuary of Elizabethan plaster ceilings, polished oak wainscoting, and deep window seats overlooking the moonlit gardens. In the massive stone hearth, dried birch logs burned with a gentle, crackling cadence, casting warm golden light across the room. The air smelled of cedarwood, beeswax, and the delicate perfume of white roses scattered across…
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