” She leaned against the back wall of the place, sinking slowly. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. “Whenever they try to take hold of life a man intervenes. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look.
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