While Lady Bicknacre had never trusted Valade. Michelle tossed her hair like a young colt flicking its tail. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. "My sight is failing me. Free! All the fine ecstasy, without the numbing terror.
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