Can'timagine why anyone ever built it that way. As she watched, the light grew; the red clouds formed slowly, twisting into the shape of a red dragon, coiling along the whole horizon. Then the moment passed, and Simpson stood. Morgaine, Morgaine-kinswoman, I have never seen you weep.
The pallbearers, waiting to lower the stubborn old woman into the red clay, avoided meeting Mazzare'seye as he barked the words of the rite to the uncaring clouds. It seemed to be Simpson'sday for making him consider things he didn't want to think about, he reflected. Then, suddenly, everything changed. Magdalena looked up at last, and smiled into Tom's eyes, and his heartturned over in his chest.
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