” “I don’t know who you are,” Ennison said quietly, “but you are a thundering liar. Lucy clapped a hand over Michelle’s mouth and struck her neck with a swift blow to the carotid artery. 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. “I remember when you walked me home. I will take her back.
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