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Search for Pleasures Overrated
William focused on the papers in his hands, ripping them into shreds that represented his heart, trying desperately to pour into that physical act the pain and frustration that were coiling inside him, to defy and ignore the sting of tears behind his eyes. He should’ve known, had been a fool to try—the beauty in this world, despite his efforts to focus on it, defied his every effort at capture. Why should Cecily have been any different? Must pain and desolation always be his lot? Why was his heart so open when the world was so closed to him?
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Forfeit All My Lives to Get Just One Right
William swiped angrily at bitter tears as he realized that his world, like his heart, had been devastated. How he’d ever show his face in society again, he didn’t know—he’d shamed himself as a man and a poet; he couldn’t bear the thought of opening himself to such mocking treatment again. The strange brunette was little more than an unwelcome distraction—until she saw him. His choice proved rather simple—if ignominy was to be his fate, he would rather leave this world behind. The promises of this stranger held more hope; he would stake his chances on effulgence.
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The sun flickered through the light muslin fabric that covered the windows, slowly teasing William towards consciousness. He stretched languorously, enjoying the warmth and the feeling of his limbs coming alive again after his slumber, listening for the random noises that meant morning in any home—the chatter of the maids, the distant clinking of silver, china, and cookware as the morning meal was prepared. He loved these moments—the peace before the bustle of the day. A smile appeared unbidden as he reached for the quill and paper he kept within easy reach—dawnings this beautiful should be immortalized.