Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. It is not a dissipated face. Tomorrow you will feel like a freed woman. I’m fine. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. “Etherialized monkey,” she said.
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