" "Where are the assassins?" cried Sheppard. ” “But how can I help it? How can I keep silence?” “Please!” she insisted. ” They heard a man’s voice outside. Voices floated down, but there was no sound of pursuit. Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. ‘Well said, my dear. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk.
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