“What the hell. Always as black and bitter as gall. He built her the most beautiful castle 242 in the world in the desert, carving fountains where real water ran and gardens in a place where no plant had ever bloomed. She drew a breath, and sighed it out. Nothing stronger than water has passed my lips for years. Laying these carefully aside, he restored the drawer to its place.
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