Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. White. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. "Because she's a fire-opal, and to the world at large they bring bad luck. The trip took a full day. Capes—the ‘Capes crave,’ they would call it in America.
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