‘It is that he needed me for his lie, no?’ Melusine said, striving to control the quiver in her voice. "That was the lad's name," returned the stranger. Strike the gag, Blueskin. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. His grip twisted her wrist.
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