Meet me. As soon as he finished a sheet, he tossed it aside and began another. Knew something was up. Montague Hill. Certainly not a gentlewoman. She still kicked herself for it. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. .
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