Half after six. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. Melusine’s heart ached for him, but she had to force him on. I have never been wrong about the sex of an unborn child. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound.
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