He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. Nicholas is dead. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. ‘The old man who lives here, idiot. Besides, you cannot visit people armed with a pistol in London, you know.
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