For freedom at least. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. She showered after she heard the door shut and the cars pull out of the driveway. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances.
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