Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. Don’t be frightened, dear. Expiation. She had always wondered when they would start being able to trace her kills, with their expanding systems of criminal databases and computers, and now it was starting to happen. He had known she would be shocked, but he was equally certain Melusine would have refused to see her grandfather had she been forewarned. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything. I think that I have become a drug drinker.
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