Brendon looked across the room at her thoughtfully. Wood. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress. Here's his health likewise.
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