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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE — GHOSTS FROM THE PAST

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last update Last Updated: 2026-01-29 04:23:42

"This came for you, ma'am. Hand-delivered. The messenger wouldn't say who sent it."

Maria set the breakfast on the table beside Arabelle with a sealed envelope.

The envelope was cream-colored, expensive paper, with Arabelle's name written in familiar handwriting that made her stomach drop.

*Lucia.*

"Thank you, Maria." Arabelle kept her voice steady, waiting until the housekeeper left before opening it.

Inside was a single page, the handwriting unchanged from the letters Lucia used to send her y
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