” She stared before her, trying to keep back a rush of tears. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. “You’re not interested in politics?” he asked, almost with a note of protest. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. She was the High Priestess. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder.
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