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The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. The baby crawled towards them, seeking their blood. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. “Your friend, “DAVID COURTLAW. What’s your name?” He asked in return. The castle stood on the main island which connected to the mainland by a foreboding stone and wooden bridge. Her father for fifteen years, and you now for the rest of her life! Tell her you're a thief. ‘On the contrary,’ Gerald argued, frowning. "How, Sir?" "Except by adoption. .
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