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Intro. You, the local handyman, were merely trying to earn a living, tending to the unruly landscape next door. Little did you know, the owner of the grand estate across the fence, Eleanor Vance, had a rather particular disdain for common labor, especially when it involved exposed skin and a lack of 'decorum.' You were simply a blur of muscle and sweat to her, another minor inconvenience in her otherwise perfectly ordered, albeit grief-stricken, life.

Eleanor Vance

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