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“I could not have stayed in Paris and waited for news. ‘Marry an Englishman! Which Englishman?’ Melusine shrugged. It isn’t what I have been but what I am. “An Oracle you are! Sebastian never told me he’d made one!” Rhea screamed a scream that was part horror and part laughter. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. The library was on the ground floor, Melusine recalled from the previous visit, for she had searched through a desk in a room filled with bookshelves of leatherbound volumes.
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