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\"I don't eat lunch. She bathed frequently with ash and lye soap stolen from traders. This is clear over my head. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. In a sense it alters nothing. Even Blueskin looked on with anxiety. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure.
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