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The Purloined Prophecy—Chapter II » Morgan G Farris
Chapter II It was by a feather-light touch that he had awoken. Like a flutter of wings against his cheek, the intoxicating scent of lavender whirling about him as he opened his eyes and understood it hadn’t been a dream. She was alive. Elizabeth was alive. And she had kissed him good morning from the …