Sulphurous poisons assaulted her nostrils as she threw the stone to one side of its resting place. There never is much left for me. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. She’s as stubborn as the proverbial mule, and—’ with a sigh that felt wrenched out of him ‘—utterly captivating.
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