Chapter 23: Audrie Brendon to Her Mother

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​⁠Tintagel, August 13th

Dearest Lodestar: I can feel you drawing me across miles of land and sea, and if only I could travel on a telepathic pass I would start this minute, Ellaline or no Ellaline. Toward her and Sir Lionel I feel as Mercutio felt toward the Montagus and Capulets: "A plague on both your houses!" Nobody seems to care what becomes of me. Why should I care what becomes of them?

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