Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. Paul’s, were rich and wonderful with the soft sunshine of London, the softest, the finest grained, the most penetrating and least emphatic sunshine in the world. “Turned out to be an impostor, too. The Reaper is not sated yet. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe.
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