” “Blood of my heart!” whispered Capes, holding her close to him. No— no, it must never be. She isn't used to cities. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. Brewis had told him the Valade family had been victim to wholesale murder, and a twinge of compassion had wrung even his deliberately hardened heart.
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