Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. Don’t you care for Nigel at all?” Anna was silent for a moment or two. Shari was snoring, the pill having worked its magic. “After all, it’s our honeymoon.
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