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... es of orange and purple. The air around the secluded cabin grew cooler, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Delia sat on the rough wooden steps, a large wicker basket resting by the door. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity.
"Your Grace," Mr. Rye said from his position by the carriage, his voice full of polite concern. "It’s getting late. The road back will be dark soon. It seems His Grace is not around."
Delia looked at the basket. It was filled with fresh ...
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