Well, I suppose that's for the best, Anne said flatly. How long is this absurd situation going to last? The oblong of light narrowed to a pencil-strip as Elizabeth closed the curtains. Karl nodded. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine.
Karl was on his way towards her. Perhaps it's all in my imagination; I was less than two years old when she died, and I don't know how much is memory and how much imagination. Yet it only affected you—not me. I was greedy for what he offered me.
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