The winter fog clung to the stone walls of St. Catherine's Academy...

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The winter fog clung to the stone walls of St. Catherine's Academy like a shroud. Clara Whitmore stood at the dormitory window on her third evening in York, watching the mist swallow the manicured law

The reception dinner had been worse than she anticipated. Not because of the cruelty—it was never outright cruelty at places like this, never the open contempt of the country schools her father used to attend—but because of the precision. The precise way Lady Margaret Percival's smile never quite reached her eyes when Clara mentioned her scholarship. The precise forkful of lamb each girl took,...

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