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Chapter Eighty-One : Nora

Author: Caroline
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The private dining room at the back of the townhouse was cold. It was always cold, built into the shadow of a limestone courtyard where the afternoon sun never quite reached.

Elias sat at the end of the long dark table, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair, the top two buttons of his white shirt undone. The room smelled of seared duck, thyme, and the faint metallic tang of rain leaking down the glass of the French doors.

Across from him sat Nora.

At twenty-four, she looked so much
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