She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. On the north stood the battlements of one of the towers of the gate. The air was crisp and dry. “How have you been, my dear? Up to no good, I see. She had begun alone.
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