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Chapter 143: Why the Ice Box Deserves a Medal
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... blestone streets. Inside, Noel Rivet sat with his arms crossed, his face the very picture of calm, as though he hadn’t just yanked his wife, Isadora, out of her afternoon plans and stuffed her into the carriage with nothing more than a clipped, "It’s today."
Opposite him, Isadora sat with a stiffness that rivaled a suit of armor, her red and black dress puffing indignantly with every deep, exasperated breath she took. She stared at Noel, daring him to meet her eyes, but he was too busy l ...
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