‘But a spy I am not. An audible crack sounded in the kitchen and Mark slumped backwards, unconscious. Chapter Eleven Melusine’s limbs nearly gave way beneath her. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years.
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