”As we coasted closer, the city grew. It begins over forty years ago, shortly after the great Massacre, when my father was a fugitive in the forests of the South, while I was a gunner in the viceroy's personal fleet. Beneath her roughspun brown breeches were calves likecords of wood, and the long muscles of her arms stretched and tightened witheach stroke of the oars. With them, we still have some chanceof success, however small.
Ah, here it is. \parShouldering his way along and through the leaderless mob that was already leaving the city \endash destination unknown. He looked over at Leah. I should have remembered, she thought to herself.
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