Ranchland Refuge: Where Love Grows

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sed wing of a sprawling, old Vanderb

despair. It was a relic of a darker time, with long, shadowy corridor

, isolated places. This wasn't just confinement; it was psychological torture, a mod

outside world. The staff were loyal to the Van

low Ava to rest without emotional disturbance

of the old house was heavy, broken only by the creaks and groans of its

grim reality of my present. Ethan' s face, Brittany' s sche

aded wallpaper seeming to close in on me. I ate

ned. He wanted to break me, to make me beg, to m

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to find a different path. The thought of the Jacksons in M

ew she wouldn't abandon me. She was working, using her inf

e could apply pressure in other ways, through the intricate w

, a woman who rarely spoke, slipped

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s. There have been whispers about his recent erratic behavior,

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be backfiring. He was powerful, but not untouchable, especially i

to my frayed nerves. I had to endure.