The private mountain chapel of Eagle's Crest stood atop the highest granite promontory of the estate, enclosed in thirty-foot glass walls that framed the panoramic glory of the Adirondack wilderness. At sunset on a breathtaking spring evening, with the mountain peaks bathed in shades of rose-gold, amber, and deep violet, the quietest, most sacred wedding in New York history took place. With only Lucian, the local magistrate, and their trusted…
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