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“I saw his face in a mirror. ‘I do not see at all. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. She had fallen asleep. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. He felt hands tugging at him, mysterious creatures with long fingers and sharp nails that pulled at his flesh.
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