I prefer to make my crossing slow and easy. He kept his silence, but he would not move, and his eyes were full of poison as they rode away. She bathed him herself, washing the dirt and the dust from his arms and chest, cleaning his face with a soft clo She could hear the muttering, feel the eyes upon her.
His flesh was soft and moist, and his breath smelled of lilacs. It did not frighten her. Jon could not have said where he walked, what he did, who he spoke with. I won't do it.
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