She blew on the hand cannon and grabbed her bag of gunpowder. You will be—my wife. “Your coffee’s too good to refuse. You are the woman I love, Anna. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. And Leonardo told me never to trust any man. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate.
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