Epilogue — Sweetness Risen Spring came late that year. Snow melted into a hungry, brown thaw; the house's gutters ran bright again. The theater survived as a modest institution—no grandeur, but a place where people were made visible to one another. Mira never became wealthy. She never reached the top of any social ladder measured by city standards. But she had fashioned a different top: a place where hope is not owned but practiced.
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Chapter 1 — The Top of the Hill Atop the hill, Ashby House kept a portrait gallery that leaned forward as if eager to know how the present would be judged by painted ancestors. Mira had been born here, in the warmth of a spring that had since surrendered to frost. The house remembered her as a child's light-footedness, as a girl who had once chased foxes along the hedgerow and returned with cheeks redder than the fruit in the pantry. She had left when the estate could no longer pay for its keep; she had left with shame braided into her hair and with the word "failure" folded into the mouths of neighbors. Epilogue — Sweetness Risen Spring came late that year