Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. “Have to take your turn,” he remarked laconically. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. There was another little thing he had to say.
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