He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. "I alone am to blame. “Because I hate you!” She spat. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath. Only first you must find the lantern and light it again and leave it here, near the door, for me to find. Then the storm broke.
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