Epilogue

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Dearest Gentle Readers,

I write to you now out of fear for I do not wish for you to take this lightly or in jest.

An evil has made its way to Mayfair. An evil that is not visible to the naked eye.

I do not know how it has arrived in our homes and minds, but I will be putting myself in its target to stop its strength from growing.

This is my last pamphlet for some time, and I apologise for the short notice. But you are all in danger, myself included.

Our Queen Charlotte may be all powerful. But even this is a fight I fear she will not win. This I write for the Queen, pleading her to avoid festivities, I can only hope you heed my warning. I do not say it out of spite but instead out of respect. You are a great Queen. Your safety and the safety of your people is all I care for at present.

For the love of god. Stay together. Stay safe. Do not go out alone unless chaperoned. This author feels this may be a last farewell.

Your Truly

Lady Whistledown


The dust settles at the cave entrance on the coastline of Greece. No one knew the cave was there. But new construction caused the earth to move. If only for a little. An opening appeared.

Mr Colin Bridgerton, stood there perplexed. A man of pure curiosity could not help but be intrigued. He took a step into the unknown.

The dust filled his lungs. He heaved forward and started to cough. He could only make out very little in the dim light. A small hole in the wall led him to venture further into the blackness.

On closer inspection he noticed in the wall was a handle. He pulled it hard. More debris fell at his feet until the item fell with an echo.

It was a wooden box, with beautiful engravings on it. He would have to take it back to the inn to investigate further.

He opened the lid. He heard a rush of wind.

All went black.

When he awoke he was lying on his back. He took a big breath. Rubbing his head.

He put it down to dehydration and exhaustion. He needed to get out of here. Before all daylight would be lost and he would not be able to safely return back.

He made his departure. Placing the box into his leather valise.

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