Melusine, intent on the luckless Kimble, did not care. Perhaps he truly meant it – perhaps there was a force within him that could withstand the hardships of existing past a mortal lifetime. Amiable and good-looking. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. “Come, we must go home and have some luncheon.
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