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Lucy did not move, but instead stared straight forward, her eyes focused on the desk where the presiding teacher on duty was supposed to be. She let Jack go as he passed through the opening. Sheppard looked fixedly at him, as if she would penetrate the gloomy depth of his soul. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. Wiped out, but for these. Nothing would stop her, and she was prepared to face the consequences.
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