Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. “Which one?” “The one whose life you have been making a burden, who has been all the time shielding her sister. “Thank you. ’ Melusine frowned, placing her hand on the letter lying on the table. The class laughed, a few putting their hands to their foreheads in a military salute to mock her.
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