. . Kneebone. Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, he hurried with his ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane. ’ ‘Where, then?’ Melusine asked again. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. His brain reeled.
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