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He glanced at the ruins of his High Priestess. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. Not only that, but he carried himself erect— the slight slouch which had bent his shoulders had altogether disappeared. Next to the executioner stood his wife—the former Mrs. Looking for something, or someone, probably. That is easy. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends.
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