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He hid it well, for a week afterwards, the red that marked areas the sun should never scorch. Lureen would see the tan, but some things were easier to dismiss than a deep, red stain. Nevertheless, inside, the burn stayed, firing up bellows for the present and for the future. Some thought the scarlet a sin. To Jack, it was the beauty of a blood-vow never spoken. The red Lureen always wore without, Jack, more truthfully, wore within.