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... ching between them like a fraying rope.
Cradled in Olivia’s arms was little Anne, a fragile bundle of linen and soft breaths.
"Things have become... complicated," Isabella murmured, her voice barely audible.
She leaned forward, her eyes searching Olivia’s guarded expression. "So? Was it Elvira? Did she truly murder the late Duchess?"
Olivia did not look up. Her gaze remained fixed on the infant, her fingers tracing the edge of the blanket.
"Hmm, I cannot s ...
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