It was Sebastian’s fault for slapping her face and letting the baby out. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. The Denunciation. I’ve got imagination. Anticipating this, Wild avoided the shot by suddenly, ducking his head. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading.
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