“Bring any new songs you may have. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. In a moment, Roding and Lucilla joined him. Spit of your mother. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. If anyone noticed, he did not report the event. It isn’t illusions—for us.
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