The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. Sorrows and danger and disappointment she had known. The ring's yours, and you're mine.
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