The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. "He will kill me," cried Thames. “What have you been doing since our last talk? Still cutting up rabbits and probing into things? I’ve often thought of that talk of ours—often. From suburbs, from country towns—everywhere.
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