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Ceyx And Alcione V
'So, my husband, you are dead, ' she whispered before sleep finally came, 'then, so am I.'
The next day she told her family about the dream. She didn't look well. Her hair was uncharacteristically uncombed, her clothes in disarray. They listened respectfully but glanced at each other meaningfully. Mad, poor girl.
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