It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. It is I who took the burden of your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. Several people were passed out on the sectional sofa, and muffled noises emanated from other rooms indicating that the party’s embers were still smoldering, but John was nowhere to be seen. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor.
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