A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. The rich, heavy food sat in her stomach like so many soft pebbles. ” She shook her head. Sepulchre's. ” “We’ve come past it, miss,” the man answered, with a note of finality in his gruff voice.
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