Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner. The boy was bright and inquisitive as he was subtle. Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering when they would flee to the country as so many other houses had done. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. 270 “Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the water. Montague Hill is.
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