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The grandfather clock in the mahogany-paneled study struck midnight as Lord Adrian Blackwood stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his estate, watching the rain lash against the glass. Lightning illuminated his reflection—sharp cheekbones, piercing gray eyes, and a face that society whispered was destroyed by fire three years prior.How wrong they were."Sir," came a voice from behind him. His butler, Morrison, entered with a silver tray bearing a single letter. "The final correspondence fr