The Velvet Wound

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The Velvet Wound

The orchid in the greenhouse had never known frost. Eleanor Ashworth knew this about herself the way a woman knows the colour of her own blood—instinctively, without needing to be told. Twenty-two years of gilded cages and silken chains had taught her that her feelings were delicate things, best displayed behind glass and admired from a distance. She would never weather a storm. Or so she had...

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