Barrow Fields and all the world was devils

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so yes, it was true — the other sought great tales! and armand looked upon his fellow, and knew that no matter what he told, it would not rankle the boy, nor dissuade him. i was once a whore, he wished to say, but it was so cheap! and a cliche — of course he had been such. did not the sway of his hips and the filthy violence promised in his gaze promise these things? "i was head of a coven, and we worshipped death, but in the end, death found all of us except for me."
armand sought to seduce the other with the beginning of this tale; he caught his tonguetip betwixt his teeth and looked out to sea. "i regret this every day, my friend."[/tr][/td][/table]