er of a small winding street. The
hovel of a cutter of wood into lengths for burning was the only
house at that end; all else was wall. On the third day of her being
there, he noticed her.
“Good day, citizeness.”
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er of a small winding street. The
hovel of a cutter of wood into lengths for burning was the only
house at that end; all else was wall. On the third day of her being
there, he noticed her.
“Good day, citizeness.”