Scraps lifted burning into the air and floated toward the walls.
Scraps of a waltz floated through her mind.
Scraps of what even my limited Gaelic recognized as extremely bad language floated back on the gentle wind.
Scraps of conversation and notes of laughter floated to her.
Scraps of conversation floated out of the walls as Agnes wound her secret way down the forgotten stairs.
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