Omen. He saw a lithe figure moving majestically. The black coat and skirt was approaching, he imagined the tall heels tapping. It was too late to cross to the sanctuary of the opposite pavement It would have broken the radiance of force that something warned him to avoid. Trees would have blocked... Sign in to see full entry.
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