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... > Beatrice, the Dowager Duchess, stood by the bed for a moment longer. She looked down at Ashlyn, her face etched with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. She reached out a trembling hand and patted Ashlyn’s foot through the thick quilt.
"Rest now," Beatrice whispered, her voice frail. "You have given us a great scare, but also a great blessing. Do not move."
Ashlyn nodded weakly against the pillows. Her face was pale, her hair damp with sweat. She looked small and defenseless. < ...
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