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Chapter 5-1
5 When Harriet woke, warm sunlight illuminated the lavish bedchamber she was in. She blinked in confusion, expecting to see watery pale sunlight fogging up the glass windows of a room in Thursley Manor, yet she found herself in the same room she’d dreamt about. Not a dream… She shifted in the bed and groaned as every muscle protested. She winced and put a hand to her head as memories from the night before trickled back. She had fled Thursley while her mother lay dying. The coach had overturned during a terrible storm. She had fought the Devil of Dover with a fencing foil…and won? Yes, but then the memories grew fuzzier, like thick wool blanketing a window she desperately wished to see through. She remembered dinner, and her shoulder in pain, and then… She gasped. Lord Frostmore had dr
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