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The Silent Sister
The Sanctuary of Secrets To the world, the Sterling empire was built on pristine marble, high-yield portfolios, and an unflappable public image. To Arthur…
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The Open Gate
The Open Gate The sun sank behind the Sawtooth Range like a dying ember, casting an eerie, blood-orange haze across the dry valley. High…
The Stolen Canvas
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The False Witness
The False Witness The oath Hailey took at seventeen had been simple: To tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.…
Inherited Debt
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The Golden Child’s Debt
The mahogany-paneled study of the Sterling estate was, for thirty years, a shrine to order. It was where Arthur Sterling had built a shipping…
The Garden Fence
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