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Chapter Forty-Four
Old Embers
Landon waited in Annette Camsby’s parlor, choosing to stand by the window rather than take the seat offered by the house slave. He didn’t plan on being here long enough to relax in a chair. Instead, he gazed down the narrow side street in Charleston.
Frustration still had him grinding his teeth. His visit to Twin Pines had answered some questions, but raised others. He’d been informed the commodore had been buried earlier in the day, which explained Keelan’s delay in meeting him. He’d not known of the commodore’s death, although he’d been aware the man had been ill for some time. With the hot, humid temperatures in Charleston in June, there was not much time for long wakes. Bodies had to be buried as soon as possible. He’d stop by Jared Grey’s town hous
