She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics.
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