” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. She twisted her fingers tightly. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. "Bring him out, Quilt. Then the work is optional; they go on their own. She remained on guard.
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