The Swirling Quill
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Location: The Ashford's Country Club Garden Party That was him. Captain Theodore Ashford. Poster boy for heroic shoulders and a tragically perfect jawline. The sun practically begged to highlight him, glinting off his uniform buttons like tiny, approving stars. He held a champagne flute like it was a tactical map he was bored of, the center of gravity in a room of people trying too hard. Time for the show to begin. I squared my shoulders. Alright, Beatrice. Deep breath. Commit to the bit. I spotted a…-
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Two weeks ago. "As the top reader and gifter for this story, I think it's time I give a review. First things first: this story sucks hard. Do not waste money on this! The author is crazy. The plot will put you in an anger management class. And the villainess is so unreasonable, her death at the end doesn't do her any justice. After wasting seven years of my life reading this, it's only fair that right after this review, I thoroughly wash my eyes with bleach to prevent myself from reading stories like…
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"His Grace is summoning Lady Beatrice." The soldier's voice was flat, polite in the way people were polite when refusal wasn't an option. Behind him, the maids froze—then exploded into motion like someone had set off a fire alarm. "Arms up!" "Quickly, quickly!" "We're all going to die—" Hands grabbed at my nightgown. I was yanked upright like a ragdoll, still processing the fact that I'd apparently been isekai'd by a bad review. "Wait—what are you—oof!" Someone shoved a corset against my…
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