The man blinked, shaking. His mind was
in full denial of what he had just done. He cursed his brilliance like he’d
never cursed anything in his life. A voice mocked him inside his head. A new
title had befallen him as well: he was now the last marquis.
Story 122:
The ocean
stretched out before her like an everlasting black veil, hiding her heart.
“Mom? We’ve
been waiting fifteen minutes.”
She turned to
him, tears in her eyes. “All right. We can go now.”
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