“Oh, my beauty,” she whispered, and touched the lock with her gnarled fingers. and yet she had allowed herself to drift into this ugly situation. “A fellow went leg-broke. As they pulled him up, Bert saw a strange and frightening thing: there were threads of white in Roland’s hair.
The old man’s wide grin would have showed every tooth in his head, if he’d had any left to show. Good, he thought. He couldn’t help it. The man he gave it to was the castle’s chief of domestic staff.
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