“Well, hello there. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. "Come Bess,—no whimpering. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman. The Tigress went prowling for nut, too.
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