Rufus stands there, staring at me, waiting. I clear my throat and break eye contact. “Forgive us the intrusion at such an early hour, my good sir. Would you mind putting your shirt back on?” He snorts. “It’s my forge. You’re the ones barging in here at this ungodly hour. Why should I?” I jerk my head behind me, where…
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The next three weeks pass in a blur, much of that having to do with the laudanum I take. I spend my days with Livy and the marquise, darning clothes, folding linens, and reading the few papers that make it to us through the republican lines. Their rhetoric against the Catholic Church and the abolished nobility gets more incendiary by…
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