![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The letter in her reticule felt like a stone weighing on her wrist, demanding sacrificial action with no more than veiled hints for explanation. Could they not sense that this day held no cause for celebration? Cause for trepidation, aye. Claire Nevin frowned at the cheerful white clouds frolicking across the blue sky and tried to close her ears against the melodies the birds insisted on singing in response to the deceptively fine morning. ![]()
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