The last thing that she remembered was her eyes crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her clothing. “I want to know who you are. I’ve never met any one like you. Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. “Difficulties indeed. . It had been a part of the vast domain of the servants in the house’s earlier incarnation. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. She turned her head to each side.
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