A lucky escape. She tended the twins while the Clotilde was in Sebastian’s private chambers, a place she gave a wide berth. She married my Dad in a small ceremony down at City Hall. Squads reached to the very portal of that centre of disturbance. She was suddenly grave. Luckily it was so dark, and there was no lamp near, that the man did not notice the condition of the body, which was placed in the vehicle by the two young men. Alcohol— would you believe it?—steadies his nerves and keens his brain: which is against the laws of gravitation, you might say. She screamed as she saw that their throats had been ripped out and their dead eyes bulged with horror as their heads lolled from mere strings of sinew and flesh. Briefly explained, she was as the child who discards the rag baby for the living one.
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