The Marrow of Winter
The Marrow of Winter The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in crimson wax and smelling of lavender. Eleanor read it once, then twice, then folded it carefully and placed it on the mantelpiece beside the dying fire. Sir Reginald Croft requests the honour of your company at an engagement ceremony, she read aloud, her voice perfectly steady, on the eighteenth of December. Lady Catherine, seated...
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