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Claire stepped forward. “I told the duchess we’d find something for her.” “Of course we will.” Emily gestured to an empty chair. “Please.” After Claire and I were both seated, introductions were offered, and a maid had poured everyone glasses of sweet wine, I was given a hand spindle and a cloud of soft lamb’s wool. I left them on my lap, touching the pages of wraith research instead, like reassurance they were still there. I didn’t have time for these ladies. Emily adjusted the canvas on her lap and pressed a blue-threaded needle into the work. “Julianna, I think you’ve just come from a meeting with my fiancé’s committee. How interesting. Ladies don’t typically attend those meetings.” “I think the duchess is not a typical lady,” mused Claire. “Perhaps.” Emily didn’t look up from her
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