Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the profound abyss. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe.
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