Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. “You are very good,” she said. Look out, it’s coming. I do not choose the vicomte, for that would be foolish.
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