‘Let her go. Sheppard. I am really in earnest. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. I’m not to study, I’m not to grow. She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time.
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