” Missy grunted in neither Lucy’s nor Michelle’s direction. He laughed. Last week. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. Dieu du ciel, but where was Gerald? On the move again, she found herself standing before one of the mirrors, gazing into her own countenance without seeing it. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. \"Hardwood floors. I’m sorry.
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