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Chapter Forty-Eight
Charles let himself out of the kitchen door quietly crossbow in hand, the house was built on a rectangular lot surrounded by a five-foot wall on all sides. There was a covered walkway that led to the stables at the back of the property, the garden was in the shape of an L, with the narrow end closer to the kitchen door, Mary and Elizabeth both had good views of it from there rooms. In the center of the garden sat a bird bath, surrounded by tulips. The ends of which were blackened by the frost. His family's money had come from the exotic bulb, in the 17th century, a single bulb was worth a lot of money. His ancestors had made a lot from selling the unharvested bulbs, they had gotten out of the trade before the market for the pretty flower had crashed. Charles made his way to the access
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