The murmurs of high society still lingered in the rarefied atmosphere of Ravenswood Manor, where the quintessential matriarch Lady Clankington made her grand residence. Behind her ivory facade, one realized that amidst her notorious social standing, Lady Clankington was a woman sufficiently entwined in affairs beyond mere ceremonial duties. In fact, as she appeared upon the announcements, emotionless in her conservative silhouettes, she supervised her meticulous auxiliary’s gender carefully, for one seeking insight understood enough about her purblind ways and idiosyncrasies now.

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