Cathy's eyebrows perked up. I was in the front row, and I fancied she smiled at me. The Tigress is second-hand, built for coast-trade. “I am getting plain,” she said, with a little shudder. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. It was still possible the child might be in safety. .
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