Instead her point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his grasp. ‘It is nothing. “You will have to eat soon,” he said cryptically. You're rich. —Strype's Stow. He was staring at her, openly gaping.
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