The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. When she awoke, the sun was high in Heaven. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. He found himself thinking up all the psychology which he had ever read. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War.
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