He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. "I was at Tyburn. He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon the horizon. Do you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back? He was one of us, I believe. . One has to train one’s self not to. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. She was young and bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long, straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her shoulders.
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