And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus. Nervously he pulled alongside the dilapidated oncewhite farmhouse. She was the High Priestess.
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