No Rose Without A Thorn
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Harris Augustine was not a rich man, but people seldom noticed this when they gazed upon him and his three daughters. The four dressed finely, moved gracefully, and turned their noses up to anybody who disagreed with them. Their porcelain skin and distinguished features marked them with a look of glamour, but their watery eyes and hollow cheekbones marked them with a look of mystery, making them unapproachable and little more than gossip to most.
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