Gilded Threads
The phone rang at four in the morning, which meant either someone was dying or someone was rich. Eileen Cahill answered on the third ring. "Eileen Cahill." "This is Sebastian Fletwood. I have a job for you." The line went quiet. She could hear something in the background — the faint sound of a man coughing, or a television playing in an empty room. She closed her eyes and saw Rochester in...
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