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... tic exit from the breakfast room lingered over the table like a thick, cold fog. No one spoke for a long minute. They simply finished their breakfast in silence as they stared at the broken pieces of the silver butter knife resting on Rowan’s empty plate.
Lady Farrington, determined to pretend that everything was perfectly normal, sharply clapped her hands together.
"Well," Lady Farrington said loudly, her voice entirely too bright for the gloomy atmosphere. "After such a lovely ...
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