There came a pause as Amelia processed what was said.
“Impossible! That would make her…”
“At least forty years older than me,” Clara said. “I’m over a century old.”
“That’s crazy,” Amelia said.
“Not so much. Why are there no old hunters in Pompeii or here?”
“Horsefeathers!”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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