Have you seen much of her lately?” “Nothing at all,” he answered. Sheppard, pressing her hand to her temples. Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her eyes. But anything is better than this. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics. Afraid there'll be a love-affair. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had.
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