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CHAPTER FIVEDappled shadows played on a yellow wall. Muslin curtains billowed at a long window, through which drifted the scent of rain-drenched lawns that were just beginning to dry. Doves cooed somewhere, and there was even the sudden high note of a peacock. The room was peaceful. A vase of roses stood on a walnut table. Above the fireplace hung a scene from…from… Sylvia could not remember. She closed her eyes again. She could not remember much at all, it seemed. She did not recognise this room. She did not know how she came to be here. All she could remember was being with her parents at Castle…Belham. Yes, she remembered that, and she remembered her name. Sylvia. Suddenly she heard the sound of a door opening and closing gently, followed by the soft swish of silk. Someone had entere