Wood could stand it no longer. ’ Melusine edged a little away from the portrait. A Hand that strove to reach his shoulder, relentless, soulless but lawful. ‘I don’t want him having an apoplexy in this house. I swear it. “Unless you have an appointment, which you haven’t,” he said, “you’ll only waste your time here.
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