"I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp. He felt hands tugging at him, mysterious creatures with long fingers and sharp nails that pulled at his flesh. You are the High Priestess of Life.
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