About the Author:
Lucy Inglis is a historian of the eighteenth century and curator of the award-winning Georgian London blog. She lives in the shadow of St. Paul's Cathedral in London with her husband and their border terrier. You can visit her online at www.lucyinglis.com.
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From City of Halves: A tall, dark-haired boy in worn jeans and a faded red Henley appeared in front of her. He was eerily beautiful, with crow-black hair and pale skin. He crouched on his heels and pushed up his sleeves, looking at her, head tilted. Lily could feel the blood pumping from her wounds, dripping over her chest, down her ribs, soaking into the waistband of her jeans. "Please, you need to get help," she managed, her hand scrabbling for the engraved silver medical alert disc at her neck. It was gone, lost in the fray. "My blood, I need . . ." She couldn't finish. He took the collar of her jacket between two fingertips, moving it aside. "I think it's too late for that." Everything went black.
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