The Neglected Wife: Now Watch the Grove Roar

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whispered, "it' s just

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arp and appraising,

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st Evelyn had found,

nd a quiet voice that

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grandfather, sat by the firepla

hand on her shoulder. I stood ne

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trembling sigh, leani

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n older, pulsed faintly against my skin. It was the conduit of

apped towards me,

aid, his voice tight.

tree itself is ideal, but the amulet, if

his earlier tenderness for Eve

ve, "those old tales your grandmother filled y

ushing generations

access the Patriarch, or you n

deep within me, a pr

, my voice barely a whisper. "The Patriarch

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