The winter night pressed against the curved glass panes of the conservatory like a living, breathing beast. Outside, the Hudson Valley was smothered in an icy, suffocating silence, the temperature dropping far below zero, frost creeping across the iron mullions in intricate, feathery patterns. Inside, the air was warm, smelling of moist soil, blooming jasmine, cedar shavings, and the sweet, sharp musk of a woman pushing her physical limits to…
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