"I had to give in to him. ‘Yes, do,’ approved Lucilla. We can’t. If you choose, you can see him put on board the Zeeslang yourself, Sir Rowland. I’m glad I did. “Stop,” he said. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. Not a scar but has its history.
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