She drew it out with shaking fingers. Melusine cursed herself for his injury. The Times slipped from his fingers. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood.
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