The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. Look out, it’s coming. “It’s okay. As she started, rearing up her head, a hand stole about her mouth and closed down hard.
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