They had moved from the castle Herculis when people had finally started repopulating the surrounding town in 1425. Nuns, I mean. “I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. After the sights he would have to twiddle his thumbs until the joints cracked. 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. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. He had hired not one but two engineers to record the event, subsidized entirely out of his own meager pocket.
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