Before any assistance could be rendered by the jailers, who stood astounded, Blueskin had got Wild in his clutches. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of devastation. “Get you a cold one?” “No thanks.
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