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Chapter 90 – Mud

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Beatrice's pov

I walked.

I didn't know where I was going and it didn't matter. My ankle throbbed with each step and the night air was cold against my wine-soaked skin and the white gown clung to my body in patches of crimson that looked, under the streetlamps, like blood.

The road outside the estate led downhill through a stretch of cobblestone lined with iron lampposts and old trees whose branches tangled overhead. A couple walking arm in arm glanced at me and then looked away quickly, the wa
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