"It was some time before I could get him to move. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. 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. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V.
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