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Théâtre Bohème Townhouse, 3 December 1870
Marie woke to Lucille’s cool hand on her forehead and sat upright.
The man in the carriage—I’ve heard his voice again. Or have I?
The memory faded like fog, and the wisps slipped through her mental fingers. Plus she had other pressing matters to deal with, like where was she? She found herself disrobed and in her bed at the townhouse, although she couldn’t recall how she got there or what had happened to her clothing.
Iris stood just behind her mother, and shadows highlighted the dark blue of Iris’s eyes.
“What happened?” Marie asked.
Lucille moved her hand from Marie’s forehead to under her chin so she could look into Marie’s eyes. “It looks like you were drugged with something. Do you remember anything?”
“I was in the dressing room loo
