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... sunlight and the kind of pristine serenity that seemed almost aggressive in its beauty.
Philip watched Albecaster’s inner city glide past the carriage window with growing unease—though not all of his heightened awareness stemmed from anxiety about the War Office summons.
Natalia sat pressed against his side in a way that had become habitual since their interrupted tennis court encounter. Pressed didn’t quite capture it. She had arranged herself so that every possible inch of her ...
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