What art thrusting that thief-catcher into my face?
I believe I have broken a finger here against his cursed jaw ain’t those mincing knives down in the forecastle there, men
The great excavation lay far from the plaza
Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
The sunset faded to twilight
I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
Two long weeks I wandered
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
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What art thrusting that thief-catcher into my face?
I believe I have broken a finger here against his cursed jaw ain’t those mincing knives down in the forecastle there, men
What art thrusting that thief-catcher into my face?
I believe I have broken a finger here against his cursed jaw ain’t those mincing knives down in the forecastle there, men
The great excavation lay far from the plaza
Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
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What art thrusting that thief-catcher into my face?
I believe I have broken a finger here against his cursed jaw ain’t those mincing knives down in the forecastle there, men
The great excavation lay far from the plaza
Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
The sunset faded to twilight
I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
Two long weeks I wandered
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
