Our land brings us in nothing. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. She found an old drunk wandering the streets. Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. “What’s wrong?” He asked as she shifted awkwardly.
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