’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. It took her only two towns away, near the Arby’s where Mike worked.
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