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In the glittering capital of Caelhurst, where marble colonnades catch the morning mist and gaslight wars with shadow in cobblestone alleys, the Ton moves through its paces like a gilded clockwork.. balls, soirées, parliamentary sessions, and whispered assignations. But beneath the Empire-waist gowns and powdered wigs, Caelhurst festers.
The slave trade from Siamora thrives in its wharves. Human flesh is brokered in drawing rooms. Laudanum flows like wine through the veins of the aristocracy. And murder wears a smile.
Lord Kim Jisoo, the reluctant Duke of Yeonshire, inherited a dukedom soaked in secrets: his brother's "hunting accident" that was no accident, his father's laudanum-maddened raving.
The dukedom passed to him after his brother Jimin died, and with it, he inherited an arranged betrothal to a woman he has only seen twice, a union forged not in affection but in duty.
But Caelhurst has not finished with him.
By night, a figure moves through the Gentleman's Club and the darker quarters of Seoryn Crescent, a slight, scholarly young man named Mr. Rosen, whose pen scratches ledgers by lamplight and whose eyes miss nothing. Mr. Rosen is the disguise of a lady hunting for the truth of her mother's murder.
Her disguise is flawless, her resolve absolute, and her path is about to collide with a duke who has forgotten how to feel.
What neither knows: the threads they pull lead to the same center.
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This is a fanfiction Chaesoo story
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The depictions of Regency-era society, medical practices, and social structures are adapted for dramatic purposes and should not be considered historically accurate.
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