Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. Lost from all protection, all her family dead—as are mine. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. Manning, I do not think I love you. She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs. Bring me clothing, I beg of you.
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