“My father’s sisters used once to live in the old manor house. Morgan the trader did not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what he judged a fair price. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. Good-bye, aunt. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. The stranger concluded he could not be far from his destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house.
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