A town called Foster. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. “Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said gently, “I am afraid that some fresh trouble has come to you.
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