2 Spirit of Denial
“The horse's feet clomped on the cobble stone at a brisk pace. Clara tapped the roof of the cab and a small window opened. A tall, gaunt looking man with a shock of red hair beneath a black top hat, a red mustache, and friendly, but concerned, brown eyes peered down at her.
"Thank you, driver," Clara said.
"Sure thing, ma'am. Seems you're in a bit of a hurry," he said in a lilting brogue.
"Indeed," she replied, catching her breath. "It is a matter of the utmost importance." She gave him the address for Dr. Van Flemming and added, "If you can get me there with haste, I promise that you shall be well rewarded." "Very good, misses," he said. "You can count on me." Clara felt the cab lurch as he quickened his horse's pace.
Now that she was out of danger, she relaxed her fingers and looked down at object she clutched in her hand. How strange that this small, insignificant lump once kept a queen alive, that even now it contained vestiges of her power. She took her handkerchief out of ...her pocket and wrapped the dried, petrified heart in it, before placing it in her pocket. The cab finally pulled up in front of Dr.MoreLess
"Thank you, driver," Clara said.
"Sure thing, ma'am. Seems you're in a bit of a hurry," he said in a lilting brogue.
"Indeed," she replied, catching her breath. "It is a matter of the utmost importance." She gave him the address for Dr. Van Flemming and added, "If you can get me there with haste, I promise that you shall be well rewarded." "Very good, misses," he said. "You can count on me." Clara felt the cab lurch as he quickened his horse's pace.
Now that she was out of danger, she relaxed her fingers and looked down at object she clutched in her hand. How strange that this small, insignificant lump once kept a queen alive, that even now it contained vestiges of her power. She took her handkerchief out of ...her pocket and wrapped the dried, petrified heart in it, before placing it in her pocket. The cab finally pulled up in front of Dr.MoreLess
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