Lucy slipped upstairs silently. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. She was still fully dressed; so all she had to do was to pause before the mirror and give her hair a few pats. ” “Friendship and love being separate things.
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