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She had very few clear memories before a particular day in the library, when they had finished one of her first reading lessons. Annabel thought, and thought again. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still. Sheila bellowed, a great wail of a sound from deep in her belly, flinging her tremendous weight towards him. "You frighten the cull out of his senses. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader.
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