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Mira bowed her head, the picture of meek obedience. “Yes, Mistress Cora.”

“He cannot do this,” Lady Ashworth hissed. “Tell Harrow I have the cipher. The trade happens at the winter fair, or I go to the Crown myself.” spy mission a noble's maid guide

“You are not a person,” Cora said, her voice a dry rustle. “You are a piece of furniture that moves. You see nothing, hear nothing, and remember less. The moment a lord or lady notices you, you have failed.” Mira bowed her head, the picture of meek obedience

The door slammed. Mira held her breath for a full minute after the footsteps faded. Then she slipped out, re-tucked the already-tucked sheets, and carried her basket of linens down to the laundry. There, she palmed a stub of charcoal and wrote on a scrap of cloth: The trade happens at the winter fair, or