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She was ashamed of herself for the simple gladness she felt wash over her as the infant’s screams ended. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. The boy was bright and inquisitive as he was subtle. If he had imagined Melusine would be hampered by her petticoats, he was disappointed. “So should you.
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