’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. Wood, with a candle in his hand, which Jack instantly blew out, and darted down stairs.
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