Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin. I waited for her at the back. "I have a token to deliver to you," continued the stranger, addressing her. "In this pit," he added, pointing to the chasm below, "your brother is buried. "He is dying?" whispered Ruth. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. Well, let's beat it to the hotel.
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