” It did begin to fall into place together. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. She guarded her mother, or at least she had liked to think so. "My name is Kneebone," added the portly personage, stepping forward.
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