The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. “Excuse me?” Mike threw Michelle a strange look, bursting into a grin. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. Russell burned like a beacon, but Capes illuminated by darting flashes and threw light, even if it was but momentary light, into a hundred corners that Russell left steadfastly in the shade. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up.
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