I never even burrowed down into the trunk. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. Dollis Hill revisited. She was going to him soon and certainly, going to his strong, embracing arms.
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