“Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood, born dead and blue, and strangled by plague.
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