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“Me?” I asked.<br />
“Yes,” she said.<br />
“That there’s unholy,” I said.<br />
“Shhhhhh, doll,” she said. “Even the unholy need love.”<br />
“What about—?” I asked.<br />
“Arabella,” she said, holding up the ore, “I will give you what you want, just<br />
don’t bring shame upon the Opal. You have the gentle spirit to give Mr. Mackey what<br />
he needs.”<br />
What can I tell you? Not all men are the same in the dark. My skin tingled for<br />
weeks, my brain seething with a beauteous babble. Mackey was trying to shake off so<br />
much it lifted the hair from my head. But he was gentle, and he cried after, until the<br />
dawn’s light made him sort of evaporate. The ore remained.<br />
Mackey was only the beginnings of the visitations, though. In weeks, the town<br />
was repopulated with spectral miners between midnight and the first flickerings of dawn.<br />
Not long thereafter, I learned I was with child. °<br />
86 <strong>THAT</strong>