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She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. Sheila, a normally sound sleeper, woke one night to find both her husband and her foster daughter had snuck from their beds, and this infuriated her. ‘Melusine, don’t sit there. . His name is carved upon a beam up stairs. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. Meanwhile, the executioner had attached strong cords to his ankles and wrists, and fastened them tightly to the iron rings. ’ She jumped up, and moved impatiently to the door.
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