” Martin’s parents dragged their boy out by his ear immediately after dessert, claiming that they had a wedding to attend the next day. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround. Families had seen their lands seized, their chateaux ransacked or burned, and those unlucky enough to have failed to anticipate disaster, had been murdered or dragged away to gaol. Do you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back? He was one of us, I believe. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely.
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