" Jonathan hastily picked up the pen, and presented it to Trenchard, who attached his signature to the document. If only to say goodbye. ” Michelle opened the door. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. A cry was then raised by the leaders to attack Wild's house, and the fury of the mob was instantly directed to that quarter. " The Wastrel advanced. Gashes on his arms were already beginning to heal and disappear.
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