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... p> Sleep had been shallow, riddled with fragmented dreams. She’d heard her name whispered against glass. Her mother’s voice in the dark. The scraping of a drawer being opened, over and over again.
She didn’t write anything when she woke. She simply dressed, composed, and ordered black tea instead of her usual.
When Lily entered with the tray, she said nothing at all.
There was a letter resting on the silver.
Beatrice didn’t touch the tea. Not yet.
Her eyes ...
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