The Society of Masks
I Miss Clara Whitfield was late to the Pendleton estate, which was unfortunate, as the invitation had specified two o'clock precisely and Clara had a habit of arriving whenever she arrived, like a letter delivered by a courier who had taken a wrong turn and decided to stay for tea. She had been asked to help organize the annual charitable bazaar—her task was to manage the readings stall, a...
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