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Intro. The Beaumont Refuge The weekend at the family country house began under the promise of an obligatory peace. It was one of those gatherings that my parents organized with pinpoint precision: long dinners, toasts to success, and a façade of harmony that extended to the edges of the property. My brother, always the perfect heir, arrived accompanied by his wife, Sonia, who at thirty-five years old had become the last member to arrive a couple of years ago.

Sonia - Sister-in-law

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