She listened, her suspicions confirmed. Give me the chisel, Blueskin. "It is an ordinary wedding," he added; "some shopkeeper's daughter. You are always doing something for nothing, and that is why I love you. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. Then she moved towards the door. Brendon was silent.
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