Two Sides of a Card

In Issue 66 by Elizabeth Liang

A black, speeding phaeton overtook them. Four black stallions raced down the Ringstrasse, their black plumes billowing like smoke. The driver held his hat as he passed the promenade where whispers filled the space in his aftermath.
“Cousin, who is that?”
“Why Mary, that is the Crown Prince himself.”
“He drives his own carriage?”
“Always,” said Frederic, peering down at the laced hand of Mary.

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