Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. “Get me someone, Oracle. You'll find her at Black Mary's Hole. "I shall want a bottle or two of sack, and a flask of usquebaugh. ‘Did she call you that?’ asked Lucilla, amused.
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