The simile started a laugh in his throat. Ruth's eyes were wet, but she saw light everywhere: the room was filled with celestial aura. It was decrepit and too large. “I love you. Or perhaps my father once. Here we are. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. Not for me.
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