His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. She heard the sounds of Rhea scuttling about, and then feeding, brutally. Suppose our proper place is a shrine.
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