The room was very small, and I lay on what felt like a blanket spread across uneven wooden crates. Lady Giensheil in his estimation was a fine figure of a woman. The brigadier cast anxious little glances at her as they proceeded on their way. Their sweating chests, backs gleamed in the moonlight, firelight. In what could have been seen as friendly gestures, they slapped the backs of the heads, the shoulders of those they passed. The dreadful Seven had dispersed-into thin air. The mudir got in touch with Esna, and all roads were watched.
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