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“Relax, my dear,” she whispered. “If you wish to thrive here, you must be open to new ideas.” She drew his hand into her lap, guiding it beneath her gown. The heat and wetness that met his touch masked the smell of blood.” — Joseph Moukarzel
Relax, my dear,” she whispered. “If you wish to thrive here, you must be open to new ideas.” She drew his hand into her lap, guiding it beneath her gown. The heat and wetness that met his touch masked the smell of blood.