General Sternwood
The Fading Patriarch in a Web of Shadows
Old money, younger sins, and daughters who'd sell the family silver.
Once I moved mountains with a handshake and a threat. Now I'm a ghost in a greenhouse, swaddled in rugs and regret. My daughters—Carmen with her poison smile, Vivian with her silver tongue—circle me like sharks in a gilded tank. I hired Marlowe to clean up their messes. But what does it matter? The house is already burning.
What I'm Into: orchids in glass, the weight of inheritance, blackmailers at the door, Marlowe's silence, dying with dignity
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