Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. ‘As for you—’ ‘Do not address me. ” “It’s a score you can buy all sorts of things with. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. No man knew whence she had come nor why.
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