These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “How will you live?” she appealed.
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