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instead of silk. Mannequins lined the room, each wearing a different decade's fashion. Corsets

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said. "Arabella's a

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, this is Madame Lys. Seamstress of time. Knows more

all, regal nod. "And

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at now?" E

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inn line," Elias said. "And now

," Madame Lys fini

led. "Okay. That's

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it. "Eat. You'll need the str

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. "She chose this world.

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rs curled aro

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she said. "Said you'd nee

th faint silver thread, a coin engra

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the note with

trembled faintly. T

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yes. "Go before

d her toward a hidden corridor. Her

umbled again. "You asked why your grandmother didn'

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