The Color of Crimson
The Color of Crimson The note fell from Evelyn St. Clair's fan like a bird losing its feathers—light, accidental, and entirely unintended for the man who picked it up. Julian Ashworth bent, retrieved it from the parquet floor, and unfolded it between two fingers. The handwriting was elegant, looping, the kind of penmanship that suggested a girl who had been taught to write beautifully before...
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