Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of imprisonment. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. I'll send for Wu Fang. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened.
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