Chapter 60 The Marriage That Already Exists

Clementine POV

I caught Percival by the elbows before his knees gave out.

"Sit down."

"I am perfectly steady."

"You're the color of dishwater. Sit."

He sat. Agnes pushed a cup of tea into his hands. He didn't drink it. The envelope shook between his ink-black fingers, its red Crown seal cracked...

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