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The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. You don’t know the thoughts we have; the things we can do and say. She went to her bedroom, but she did not go to bed. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. It shall be your wedding ring. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall.
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