’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. Kneebone, addressing his comely attendant; "put a few more plates on the table, and bring up whatever there is in the larder. She did not bother with the backpack despite its due tomorrow status. She passed him silently as she dropped Michelle’s dried corpse into the open clay pit awkwardly, like a discarded doll. He was beautiful despite the odd angle. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. He was perhaps forty-five years of age.
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