Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. Ruth did not reply, but stared past the doctor, her eyes misty.
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