His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. Always as black and bitter as gall. And then her pace slackened. " "And you expect me to believe you after what has passed?" "I do; and, more than that, I expect you to thank me. Or run me through.
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