Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders. Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead, horribly gored. Not like my father. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. She had found the mausoleum underneath a broken monument.
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