”“Can you still hear it?” Susannah asked. Slow and steady wins the race, they say. The hours passed, the moon set, and still Susan couldn’t sleep. ”“They have a way of doing that, don’t they?” Eddie said.
No sign of the lady of the house. Ones she didn’t want to answer. The two old men bustled out, one gripping the cords of his bolas, the other pulling a long knife from the scabbard on his belt. Aye, thank the gods for that.
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