Latterly I’ve been doing things. I am a murderer. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. "And the will?" he said, with forced calmness. Mild, you know, and boon. But it doesn’t alter the situation. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. Tight.
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