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The red-haired brat wears a golden clasp

by Bernarda Posthumus

The visitors were ushered away. She will not tell you, but I will!
Dordolio pulled at his mustache, raised his eyes toward the sky.

Down it settled, and Cugel’s joints became limp and loose.
Who protected Rughalt when his body burned from inside out?

The red-haired brat wears a golden clasp.

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