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Grace Wallflower

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Grace watched her father from the doorway. He had been staring down at something for the longest time.

“Papa?” No response. She went to him and looked over his shoulder. “Nathaniel Clark? Oh, I love his books!”

Her father startled, “Oh hello, my dear. Didn’t see you there.”

Grace pointed. “Is Mr. Clark changing publishers?”

“Yes. He’s just moved to London. Came to see me yesterday.”

“That’s quite a boon.”

“Indeed.”

“May I?” She reached for the top sheet. “Braving the Scottish Highlands”. I can’t wait to read this!”

“Your first assignment.” He handed her the manuscript and she grinned.

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