“LOVE!” I swept into the Brown‘s door, cloak and still-damp gown flowing, flushed and heated from my stalking walk home. My eyes were flashing, and I was still struggling to wrap my head around what had just happened during my bath. If anyone knew who that had been, it would be the Brown. He handled most of the entries into the Inn; he must know
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