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She, too, had been too long abed in this castle of age and grievous memory. A little light duty to regain condition was just what was wanted.
A stunning first impression was not the same thing as love at first sight. But surely it was an invitation to consider the matter.
The entire center of her life was a blackened waste, its long years not to be recovered nor replaced. She’d had neither the life nor the learning from it that other women her age could be assumed to possess.
Her soul is choked with scars and disruption.
