The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. “How are you, Lucy?” Martin ran to catch her in the crowded hall. ‘I begin to ask myself why it is that I wish to become of these people. William Kneebone, Of me, Sir, you shall never be bone.
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