On the north stood the battlements of one of the towers of the gate. Spurling, half aside. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go.
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