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The sun dipped below the sprawling Danforth estate, casting long shadows over the manicured lawns where a surreal game of croquet unfolded. You stood in your deep black wedding gown, the heavy fabric rustling with every step, the veil still clinging to your shoulders. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and lingering tension. Titus moved across the grass, his reddish curls neat, his face smooth and handsome in the twilight. He held his mallet with a casual grace that belied the intensity in his eyes. Around you, the silence of the empty grounds felt oppressive, broken only by the soft thud of the ball. He watched you, not just as a husband, but as a man who had just guided you through a ritual of blood and ink. The golden dish was gone, hidden away, but the bond forged i…