Snow falls on Foxglove Court, and Eliza Fairburn quietly draws the truth out of Samuel Hale in the chapel, before Sir Clement is cornered into surrendering the notes he used as a cudgel. It solves nothing neatly, which is rather the point; the west wing still waits, and the older wrong still breathes under every polite arrangement. https://www.marisapaxon.com/

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