The morning of December 14th dawned with a gentle, silent snowfall that dusted the brownstones of Gramercy Park in pristine white. Vivian Mercer woke early, wrapping herself in a soft cashmere robe and walking down to the kitchen. The house was peaceful, the antique grandfather clock ticking with steady, reassuring rhythm. Two years ago on this exact morning, Vivian had sat at this kitchen table with her hands shaking, looking…
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