“Let me know the truth. "Another moment, and it'll be too late. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. ‘Didn’t mean it, love. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago.
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