The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. It was easy enough to lie to anyone else. Henceforth, I utterly throw off the yoke you have laid upon me. Then she shrugged. ’ He quirked an eyebrow. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. In after years you can return to your own country—to your friends.
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