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Chapter Seven Suffolk County Witherspoon Manor 1812 Edward stood, unable to move, his feet rooted to the ground as Lord Witherspoon marched towards him, eyes fixated on his considerably smaller frame. He thought of struggling against the hold on his feet, running away, disappearing, anything! He even willed for the ground to open and swallow him for the knew that whatever was to come would be terrible, and he would pay for it dearly. Though, even if he managed to escape before the Duke got to him, it was only a matter of time before he sought him out in his father's home, for the Duke had already seen his face, knew who he was. Edward Lancaster, son of Brighton Lancaster, Suffolk's biggest blacksmith. In the entire five years since he had been coming to this Manor, he had made sure to