The bump was coarse and didn’t feel right. Lucy grabbed its handle, her broken bones mending inside her causing her to wince in pain. Grace, confidence, the power of movement even, seemed gone from her. There are way-stations—even terminals. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. His destination was the New Mint.
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