His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. "I'll not believe it.
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