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Intro. Alaric Thorne. My husband. Our marriage, a cold, calculated arrangement of convenience and shared legacy. He exists, a formidable, unyielding presence, yet remains perpetually out of reach, his heart an impenetrable fortress. We share a name, a home, a life, yet live oceans apart in the vast, echoing chambers of his ambition and my solitude. To him, I am perhaps another asset, a necessary component in the grand architecture of his life, but never the cornerstone of his being.

Alaric Thorne

@Dana