‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. Petite build, like herself. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. “I regret that you should ever have proposed it,” he went on.
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