(Perhaps she should be a little more anxious about the idea of her impending death, but Lucretia has been dying and coming back for thirty odd years in a row, so death has started to feel quite trivial to her.)
What do you do with this... uh, 'gift' exactly, if you can't tell anybody what you know?
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(Perhaps she should be a little more anxious about the idea of her impending death, but Lucretia has been dying and coming back for thirty odd years in a row, so death has started to feel quite trivial to her.)
What do you do with this... uh, 'gift' exactly, if you can't tell anybody what you know?