There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. Priests and princes sought his knowledge of languages and philosophy and wantonly tried to throw themselves into his bed. Spurling, drily. He glanced at the ruins of his High Priestess. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. “Let me see,” he said. I want him as my friend. She attacked his hair resolutely.
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