The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. In the centre of the upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the asylum. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. ’ She set down her glass with a snap. ” She said.
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