Both McCloskeys disappeared on the same night, without a single trace. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. But for me it doesn’t matter. You must not, however, accompany me, Jack. Turning to Melusine, he grabbed both her wrists and held her away from him, as if afraid that she might go for him. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship.
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