You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours. Recollect, he's chained to the ground by a great horse-padlock, and is never unloosed except when he comes to that hatch. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood.
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