In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. ’ ‘Certainly he is not a friend,’ Melusine agreed, ‘but he has gone, after all. She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams.
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