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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. Sheppard, anxiously. “In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my world as I found it. \" \"If only it worked that way! Oh, it’s just not fair. ” Annabel rose to her feet. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly.
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