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... e with the royal seal rolled into Ferndale on the fourth morning after they had warned them. It was far too fancy for the village’s dirt roads. It was all polished wood and gold trim, and it was pulled by horses that probably cost more than most houses in the area.
Greg watched from the window of his workshop as the carriage stopped in the square. A coachman in formal dress opened the door, and a woman who looked like winter came out. The woman was tall and slender, what makes her appeal ...
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