Wily little devil she is. She was faint from hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood madness readying for battle. The highest form of knowledge was magic: the priesthood. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. When Gianfrancesco came to call this time, she was excited and ready. The infant’s body, now missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the blood-soaked ruins of corpses. “Maybe I should have stayed home. Perhaps I am still mad.
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