The Paper Veil
The Gilded Cage The carriage wheels sank into the mud with a groan that Isabella Hartley heard more than felt. Rain lashed against the windows of the hired coach, turning the Yorkshire moors into a watercolor of gray and black. She pressed her forehead against the cold glass and watched the world dissolve. "Miss Hartley?" the coachman called. "We're stuck. Half a mile to the manor, and the...
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