The Wistful Silence

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The letter lay on the worktable, its edges curling in the dry heat of the sewing room. It was a summons, written in the Duke’s precise, angular hand, demanding my presence in the study at four o’clock. I read it twice, the ink sharp against the cream paper, and then folded it into a square no larger than a postage stamp. My hands were stained with chalk and thread, the residue of a morning...

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