Vivienne Lorret

Winning Miss Wakefield

Smriti Bhargavahas quoted2 years ago
A table, covered in black silk, stood before him. The former Marquess of Knightswold had been dressed in all his finery. Wall sconces cast the corpse in eerie shadow, undulating in a way that gave the illusion of breath rising and falling in his grandfather’s chest. For the first time since learning the news from the solicitor, a chill slithered down Bane’s spine.
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