There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. "It's an odd-shaped one," rejoined Kneebone, examining it attentively. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly.
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