nd Fleur's face was turned to the ceiling, grape- mauve and sunken, her throat a lake of blood. She could hear them whispering but she could not hear what they were saying. Well, that's just it. Anne became subdued.
And her eyes were shimmering circles of violet, thirsty for knowledge; for understanding. Even to Karl it was unspeakably menacing. reams and then the silence that forever afterwards rang with the echoes of her mother's pain. She was utterly shocked, and couldn't hide it.
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