The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. " "You'll take the consequences, then?" "Willingly. A dozen words, and he saw Enschede as clearly as though he stood hard by in the flesh. Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. Not fit to be dust on your boots. But to draw the attention of the milice, no, that is not at all desirable. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead.
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