The Victorian Cage
The Victorian Cage The fog pressed against the Almack windows like a living thing. Inside, the ballroom was all gaslight and velvet, the ton circulating in their evening dresses and dark coats, their laughter a thin veneer over the business of assessing one another like livestock at market. Eleanor Vance stood near the refreshment table and smoothed her gloves for the third time in as many...
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