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Annabel had been here then. All the linen was new and stamped with the mark of Whiteaway, Laidlaw & Co. The psychic vibration of him thickened the air of the room as if he were already inside. She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town. She was quite unconcerned. . Shocked, Melusine shot out of that blanketing warmth of sensation. Gianfrancesco stumbled belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been.
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