And that bothers you, she said. Then one dark night a noblewoman requested he come to her bed with the blood and sweat of his victory painted on his body. But we didn't get memories this time, we got the ardeur. Nathaniel leaned over my shoulder.
Just thinking that hard made it curl to life, a tiny flare. I don't know why, but suddenly I was calm. There were small booths on either side, with curtains that could be drawn in front of them, though not everyone seemed to be bothering to pull curtains. Come to think of it, neither did I.
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