The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. It had been intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to injury. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. Blood and bone, body and spirit, she is selfish through and through. Smith, he'll swing after next Old Bailey sessions. "Bring him out, Quilt. E.
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