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Lady Beatrice Fairfax surveyed the glittering ballroom with a mixture of boredom and disdain. The annual Midsummer’s Eve Ball at Thornbury Castle was in full swing, with ladies in elaborate gowns twirling across the polished floor and gentlemen in their finest attire engaging in what passed for witty repartee. Beatrice stifled a yawn behind her fan. “My dear, do try to look a bit more enthusiastic,” her aunt, the Duchess Agatha, hissed in her ear. “You’re not getting any younger, you know. It’s high time you secured a suitable match.” ...

The delicate hands of the pocket watch trembled in Evelyn Blackwood’s palm, its golden surface gleaming in the soft lamplight. Her brow furrowed as she peered at the intricate engravings etched inside the case—a series of cryptic symbols that defied comprehension. Evelyn had always prided herself on her keen intellect, but these markings left her utterly perplexed. She glanced up at the ornate grandfather clock looming in the corner of Lady Amelia Rothschild’s study, its steady ticking a soothing counterpoint to the racing of her thoughts. As governess to Lady Rothschild’s young daughter, Evelyn was accustomed to solving puzzles and deciphering codes to keep her precocious charge entertained. But this… this was something else entirely. ...