His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. ‘I have no idea. Her aunt went off at a tangent. The Ragged Edge.
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