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| 18 | 852 | Disappearing now in the View more quotes about rence">rence of the marshes, under the three moons, were the many small craft of the rencers. |
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| 18 | 849 | Samos was the predator, the cruel, insensitive larl of a man, the hunter, the killer. |
| 18 | 850 | "Of course," he said. |
| 18 | 851 | We looked out. |
| 18 | 852 | Disappearing now in the rence of the marshes, under the three moons, were the many small craft of the rencers. |
| 18 | 853 | Samos, on the height of the keep, regarded me. |
| 18 | 854 | "Return to the service of Priest-Kings," he said. |
| 18 | 855 | I looked away. |