’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor.
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