On Wednesday morning, Vivian Mercer and her mother Eleanor walked through the private, wrought-iron gates of Gramercy Park, holding golden keys that had been in the Mercer family for four generations. The private park was quiet and serene, its ancient gravel pathways carpeted with crimson and amber maple leaves under the gentle autumn sun. Eleanor took Vivian’s arm, her face radiant with peace as they walked past the bronze statue…
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