The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. Her fingers opened and the weapon fell from her nerveless grasp. 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. Melusine tapped on it. There were no mourners. The decision had been sound.
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