He looked at her, hurt. The door opened. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. There was enough contra-light to render her ethereal. "Who—who is the Marquis de Chatillon?" "Your adopted son, Thames Darrell," answered Winifred. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out.
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