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Asunder, the skies are broken; rain, detaching itself from black cloud, falls in silver sheets. Fingers of sun scour through and catch on yellowing leaves, filtering, thr
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The wind lashed at them, smashing against their hollowed chests, resisting their every step. Rain was like a fine mist forming ripe droplets in their hair, and salt spray
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‘mari?’ pierre said once they were out on the road, ‘you don’t have to hide that knife from me, you know.’
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Too many pairs of shoes.
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'pierre.' mariette said looking down onto her plate, 'i need to know. i'm sorry. i just can't take it any more... my father, he trusted you! please tell me, where a
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the inn rooms were just as the public area downstairs – small, murky. there was one bed, and that night they slept back to back, as they had on the road. they let t
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they arrived two days after pierre had waited on the hilltop for her. paris lay before them, cramped and squalid after the open road. it was nearing midday, and the
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at a certain time, on a certain road, a man waited, his horse impatient beside him. below fields spread in a patchwork known to eagles, but rarely seen by man: colours fa
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