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On the hill overlooking this collection of struggling hopes, stood the Veil Mansion. Three stories of imported brick and eastern ambition, a monument to one man’s determination to own everything the horizon touched.

  Inside that monument, Clara Elizabeth Vale stood before a full-length mirror and felt her entire … On the hill overlooking this collection of struggling hopes, stood the Veil Mansion. Three stories of imported brick and eastern ambition, a monument to one man’s determination to own everything the horizon touched.Read more