Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. “Thank you. What's-your-name?" "Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter One In the quiet of an autumn afternoon, the deserted mansion slept.
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