The Window at Wychwood
The letter came on a Tuesday. Elizabeth Grey asked for her final week's wages, her hands shaking so badly the quill nearly slipped from her grip. Catherine Ashworth set down her teacup and studied the old woman's face—the hollows beneath her eyes, the way her thin lips pressed together as though holding back words far heavier than a resignation. "I shall miss you, Elizabeth," Catherine said,...
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