‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. Wood!" "Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner.
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