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The setting sun caught Karoline’s eyes as she crested the last hill. Momentarily blinded, she flinched back from the glare just as the object of her long ride came into view. Villa Ambrosia shone golden in the late afternoon sun, glistening like yet another of its owners fabled jewels. The palace – and it was a palace, for all that the Duke insisted his home was just a simple country estate – was a sprawling complex. The product of many generations trying desperately to outdo one another. The...