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The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. “A very clear statement, madam,” he said. The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. Wood's boat bearing up towards him. That bruise will answer the same purpose.
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