Here would be a woman perfectly unrecognizable, strong, ruthless but just. Light the lantern. ‘But can you? You don’t know Melusine for Mary Remenham’s daughter, any more than I do. Brendon told him the name of a distant restaurant and sprang in by her side. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out.
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