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intricate scrollwork wet with drizzle and rust. Her heart beat faster as the driver slowed, the tires crunching over gravel. She tugged her

was

ower two months ago. That's what the letter had said. That's what the news had printe

didn't be

neve

Their mother had kept her hidden from the world-a precaution, she claimed, to keep one daugh

erfec

rain-specked glass caught her breath. For a second, she thought she saw Fayth lookin

roached, umbrella in hand.

allowed

ome back to Wyndgrave. I

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path toward the main building,

ster had suppose

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where it

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