Chapter 23
23 Terminus, 23 December 1871 When someone knocked on the door, Fiona pulled the covers up to her shoulders and said, “Come in.” She’d managed to convince herself she’d dreamed of the ball and the library, and now she had made a nocturnal journey to a bedroom where she could enjoy wiggling her feet and running her fingers over the soft, high-quality linens. The sheets she slept on at home had become close to threadbare, the blankets adequate for the mild Southern winter so far. She dreaded the cold that often came in January and February. But that didn’t matter in this wonderful, delicious… The lady doctor Claire Radcliffe entered, and the weight of reality crashed over Fiona. Or did it? She thought she’d recognized Claire from somewhere, but the name had thrown her off. But here stood
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