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Chapter 1: The Hollow Farewell<\/span><\/h3>\n

The sky over\u00a0<\/span>Greenwood Cemetery<\/span><\/strong>\u00a0was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the threat of a storm that refused to break. I stood among the mourners, my black wool coat damp with the mist, feeling a hollow ache in my chest that no amount of prayer could soothe. For twenty-two years, I,\u00a0<\/span>Charlotte Brooks<\/span><\/strong>, had been the shadow in the halls of the\u00a0<\/span>Price Estate<\/span><\/strong>. I wasn\u2019t just the housekeeper; I was the keeper of secrets, the witness to\u00a0<\/span>Eleanor Price<\/span><\/strong>\u2019s slow retreat from a world that had grown too loud and too predatory for her gentle soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

The priest\u2019s voice was a rhythmic drone, a liturgical hum that felt insultingly routine. Beside the open grave, the mahogany coffin sat perched on velvet straps, its polished surface reflecting the somber faces of the elite. To the casual observer, this was the tragic end of a matriarch. To me, it felt like a mistake\u2014a jagged tear in the fabric of reality.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cDust to dust,\u201d the priest intoned.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I looked at\u00a0<\/span>Richard Price<\/span><\/strong>, Eleanor\u2019s only son. He stood with a posture so immaculate it bordered on the architectural. Not a hair out of place, his grief worn like a bespoke suit\u2014perfectly tailored and entirely for show. Beside him, his wife,\u00a0<\/span>Natalie Price<\/span><\/strong>, dabbed at her eyes with a lace handkerchief, though her gaze remained cold, darting toward her husband with an unspoken impatience. They were already spending the inheritance in their minds; I could smell the greed beneath their expensive perfumes.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter 1: The Hollow Farewell The sky over\u00a0Greenwood Cemetery\u00a0was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the threat of a storm that refused to break. I stood among the mourners, my black wool coat damp with the mist, feeling a hollow ache in my chest that no amount of prayer could soothe. For twenty-two…<\/p>\n

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