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Kneebone, he took his departure. Ann Veronica said she didn’t care. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. Pain sliced into Gerald’s hand and his sword arm jerked. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories.
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