She thrust at him, following, almost spitting him as he crashed against the altar, rocking the huge candlesticks and the vessels that stood on it. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke.
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