Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. “It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one doesn’t. Depend upon it, there is a place for you—waiting. Down on me luck, I was, and they took me in. The castle stood on the main island which connected to the mainland by a foreboding stone and wooden bridge. She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. And the rumors! You two are fiends, ghouls, murdering wolves!” “You don’t care about Fritz and Anna! You only care for yourself!” Lucy screamed, her words falling on deaf ears.
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