. I always fall on my feet, you know. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. It makes no difference. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual.
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