Chapter 91 Rosemary Is Not a Turnip

Lucan Warren arrived at the foot of the stair at first light with a spade, a bucket of grit, and a hole already dug.

It was nearly two feet deep. Ramon, standing beside it with a flask of tea, looked at the hole, then at his father, then very carefully at the sky.

"Eight inches," Nora said. She wa...

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