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| | | | | Ink, and Breath, and Spring by Frances Rowat The wheelbarrow thumped a jolt into Palwick's arms with every third step as he led Mattish back to where he'd found the corpse, out in the northern reaches of the garden. The trees waved dimly at them under the grey sky, and the thin morning light crept [...] | |
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| | | | | "What is wrong with you? Why are you like this? you demanded silently of your smudge of a reflection, but it didn't answer. It just stood there, indistinct and wholly uninteresting." | |
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