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... away again, working at his own shirt with mechanical precision.
"The truth serves no one." He buttoned what buttons remained, adjusted his coat to hide the worst of the damage.
"We were walking. You fell near the creek. I assisted you. Your dress tore on a branch." He faced me, and his expression had settled into something mask-like, controlled. "It’s plausible enough."
"And if Aunt Cornelia notices the bruises?"
"She won’t." His voice wavered, just slightly, on t ...
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