” Lucy yanked him into the hidden door to Room 109, a door to the backstage that looked like the entrance to a broom closet. Chapter Eight For an instant in the silence that followed, shocked into immobility, Melusine stared in horror at the body lying there so still. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. He had deliberately saved it for last. John eased off.
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