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Chapter 42: The Inevitable Testing Of Bonds
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Chapter 42: The Inevitable Testing Of Bonds
The Grounds, The DuChene Estate, Leighton, England (1763)...
The arrival of guests and the seemingly endless chatter did little to lighten the mood as Alain Remington stood with a glass of red wine in hand as he peered out the window of his mother's dining hall. He watched with barely any interest as guest after guest made their way into the house while the live music played and the fire crackled in the enormous fireplace in the center of the hall as people from most noble walks of life filed into the manor.
The bitter mood Alain found himself in was courtesy of having his young heart broken in such a short amount of time. He managed to pick himself up off the ground after dusk, his hopes of having a life with Noreen McCray had been dashed considerably as he began to emotionally withdraw from the world around him.
All he could see from the moment he foun
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