A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. Horrible details recurred to her. Saviour's Stairs. Without a word, without a sign, Enschede started toward the beach, where his proa waited. She had come to the end of her resources. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. "Quick. The mode of destruction makes no difference. That's the way she strikes me.
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