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The house on Pembroke Square did not welcome you back. It never would. Thomas Ellingham-Steele understood this on the third evening, standing in the kitchen with a cup of cold tea, watching dust motes drift through the late afternoon light like tiny planets orbiting nothing in particular.
He had been gone eleven months. Eleven months since Clarissa left—not died, Clarissa would have laughed...
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