’ ‘But why, Marthe,’ asked Melusine, as she walked into the house. Tomorrow you will feel like a freed woman. You understand me, Charcoal. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. He shook his head. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. ” “Climbing?” “Yes. " "Not quite," rejoined the thief-taker, significantly. ” He said to her, quite unsure of whether or not he was dreaming.
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