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The solar, from which firelight had shone and then waned during the night, was empty and cold as ash. Once Elizabeth managed to start screaming, she could not stop. His voice, utterly emotionless, chilled her. Charlotte asked, But how long had you planned it? It was in the back of my mind since we escaped from the manor, but I never consciously planned it.
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