Chapter 26

Duncan continued his thoughts aloud, “Heart-felt emotion to flavor my meals. In London. With the world’s most imperturbable butler. Which is saying a great deal, Jamison, surrounded as we are by stiff upper lips and dauntless fortitude.”

“Perhaps, sir, you should move to the Continent.”

“Perhaps I should.” Duncan was walking on will alone, eyes closed, the sun driving him into dormancy. He stumbled as Jamison led him into darkness. Duncan clambered inside his coffin and settled himself to rest for the day.

“Sleep well, sir,” Jamison said. With a resounding thud, the butler slammed the lid shut.

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The rider on the golden horse trotted closer. Sinister eyes watched from underneath a black hood. Death rode that pale horse, that shining steed. Death. She was patient. She would wait for him. The glowing mount clattered to a halt.