She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body, the map of a life of endless war.
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body, the map of a life of endless war.
Hugo is a raven,and, as such he knows many things. I, meanwhile, am Hodge Starkweathe, a professor of history, as such, I do not know nearly enough.
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