” “I was turned shortly after the Pestilence, the plague that they call the Black Death. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. I asked him to take me away, and hide me. Hollo rumbled in his throat. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them.
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