She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. I am certainly no ghost. . He’s riding down the drive.
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