_It's a long life, when you're immortal. To retain sanity you've got to be unemotional. To be unemotional, you can't fall in love...._ Anne Tabor lay limp and pale, her long, slender limbs making only shallow depressions on the mercury bath which supported her. Webb Fellow stood over her awaiting the effects of the sedative to relieve her pain.…
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