The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. ‘Parbleu, the bullet is still inside you,’ Melusine guessed, remembering how the Mother Abbess had diagnosed Leonardo’s suffering when he had first come to the convent. But his role was altered, and he was now playing the bridegroom in this remarkable drama.
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