Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. In a few minutes, an appalling change was perceptible. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. Prudence Remenham. “Has she ever thought of buying a pair of foam earplugs?” Lucy asked. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little. " The Wastrel laughed.
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