"We'd be looking like them!" A shorter woman up from Orleans indicated the walking wounded. Slumping and sitting but not cowerint. One pushed self up a wall by muscled thighs and held up hands in front of the injured.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
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