” The hand lingered too long. You have taken even my knife. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood. His arm closed in around her middle and she was caught. Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song.
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