Chapter 9 Chapter 9
Vivian
Glaring at the sketch, a charcoal drawing of a mirror, I fumed. This mirror was surrounded by strange, celestial symbols.
Within the binding was tucked a loose scrape of parchment. The ink was faded, the writing written in a cramped, hurried script.
To His Grace, the Duke of Northbrook,
The...
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17. Chapter 17 Chapter 17
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22. Chapter 22 Chapter 22
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