’ At last. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. Where I am in error, you can set me right.
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