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"It's not—" I sighed as we reached the doors of the veterans' wing. "It was a cruel thing for him to do. She has her vows, and too many of us veterans are too scarred to be any sort of decent companion."
"She has her vows, and too many of us veterans are too scarred to be any sort of decent companion."
The hut awkwardly navigated a twist in the road and turned towards the saltworks, disappearing from view except for its misshapen chimney bobbing above the modest rooftops. Its shuffling footsteps faded, and Nadia regretfully returned to the problem of her father's corpse.
They were in sight of the churchyard gates when the witch’s hut hopped out from between two buildings, thirty paces behind them.
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It was more water than ever should be in one place, something so vast he scarcely could find the words. "Oh," he said. "This is a very large river indeed."
Most people didn't bother replacing teeth; they all went wicker-and-cogwork as young as they could.