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At precisely midday, Lady Antheia of Blackmere arrived at the Convent of Carmelite Nuns, alone and unaccompanied. She was immediately ushered into the presence of the abbess.
The abbess was a tall, gaunt woman with a sallow complexion. Her lips were drawn into a rigid, imperious line, and her small, grey eyes flickered with a shadow of malice. She