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. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. She slipped it calmly into her pocket. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. Its heroes never had daughters, they borrowed other people’s. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears.
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