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I press my hands against the window. A flock of blackbirds lifts off the lawn. I wish I could break through the glass and fly away with them. “I can admit when I have been outplayed with my own hand.” I return my gaze to the women in the room. “Jane now unseats me in almost the identical manner in which I dethroned Katharine.”
Fatal Throne: The Wives of Henry VIII Tell All
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