God, Lucy, what’s it been, how many years?” “I’m so sorry, John. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. ” She glared at Sebastian over the drawing table where she was sketching in chalk, then over at the fifteen year old boy who was asleep in a disheveled pile of rushes in the corner. EPOCH THE FIRST, 1703.
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