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... g sun was muted, filtered through the high, arched windows of the Austen manor drawing room. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light, swirling in the stagnant air that smelled of old wood polish, lavender potpourri, and the quiet desperation of a family clinging to fading glory.
Ashlyn sat on a velvet sofa, her hands folded primly in her lap, but her foot tapped a nervous, erratic rhythm against the polished floorboards. She was dressed in a gown of dark blue wool, a color meant to conv ...
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