Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. The pearls were really yours?" "They were left to me by my mother.
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