In the winter of 1742, when the frost clung to the windows of the Whitehall courts like a living thing—a pale, translucent membrane that refracted candlelight into shapes that looked almost like hands reaching—Eleanor Ashworth stood before the mirror in her dressing room and watched her own reflection dissolve.
Not metaphorically. Not poetically. The woman in the glass was literally fading, as...
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