The Ink of Time
Benevolence House The fever had taken three days of her life and left behind something that was almost memory and almost dream. Eleanor woke in a bed whose dimensions seemed excessive for a single person, beneath curtains whose weight suggested something other than mere fabric, with a wedding ring on her finger that she did not remember placing there. The chambermaid who entered gasped. "My...
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