She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. It was still possible the child might be in safety. That’s why he was so annoyed, you know. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom.
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