‘I doubt very much whether they are yours at all. Concealed among the trees that edged the estate grounds, the watchers paused. She bound a scarf tightly round the place where the blood seemed to be coming from. Father— dead. Even the light was different in Athens, soft and golden, sweet as the morning dew blessed by Athena herself. ‘Yes, I know.
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