Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. ’ ‘You mean imbecile, don’t you?’ Gerald said, and turned his head to share the joke with Melusine. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet.
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