Withering Flowers

1877, London. 

Evaline storm ascended from her slumber as luminous daylight hit her eyes, blinding her completely for a moment. She couldn't reminisce as to what had happened to her nor could she remember anything about herself. Who was she? Where had she came from from? And most predominantly who was the man , in torn breeches, beside her? 

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Hey guys! This is my first ecer story. So, please be patient with me and feel free to point out any mistakes /errors! Healthy criticism is always appreciated!