ask of horror. "The pact... O
ng me to a chair. I was fadi
sense," I whispered, the memory
ger and fear. "He has desecrated something sacred!
"I must speak to him.
guished, and mine was guttering like a dying flame. James didn't care about my warnings; he cared only for Brenda's whims
her raised voice from the library, berating J
assistant, a smug young man named Arthur,
pping with false politeness. "Mr. H
e specific herbal remedies for her. And also, her preferred brand of imported mineral water, chi
It was a deliberate humiliation, making me a servant
t, was aghast. "He made you do w
se. Forgive him. Forgive us. Is there nothing that can be d
e was de
s woman who had alwa
. "The Patriarch is dead. Its wood... it feels every saw, eve
I had poured my energy into this family, into this land. Years ago, I' d even diverted a significant portion of my own ancient
I was
told Mrs. Harrison. "Your fa
ht of generations, of broke
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