Winifred pointed to the door. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s forehead. Her father was holding her waist, smiling.
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