She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. "I would sacrifice all my fortune—all my hopes —to liberate him. “I don’t understand.
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