“She is going to Lunwyn, a beautiful, snow-covered country at the very top of the Northlands. She is taking the place of the Sjofn who lives there who, by the way,” Valentine looked again at me, “actually spells it properly.” She turned again to Claudia. “She will assume the life of the other her. She will be there for the time we agreed. That is one year to this very day, this very hour, this very minute and then, in this very place.” She raised a pale, graceful hand and pointed a long, thin, lethally-rounded, blood-red tipped fingernail at the thick rug on the floor. “I will switch them
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