He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. You never can go back. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin.
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