‘Me, I have a name. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. M. She could not feel her own body. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. ’ Lucilla gaped.
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