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Chapter 185: Chapter Hundred And Eighty Five
Baron Henry’s bedchamber was quiet, the air thick with the scent of medicine and the heavy stillness of a long illness.
Augusta sat in the comfortable armchair beside his bed, a small plate of diced fruits resting on her lap. With a small silver fork, she gracefully stabbed a cube of sweet melon and had a bite, her movements unhurried and calm. She looked at the still, silent figure of her husband, lying comatose in the large, imposing bed.
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