Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. “Please don’t,” she said. Winifred screamed. There was just time for the girl to raise her arm to chest height and draw it back before Roding seized her. When I awoke I followed my instinct to Athena’s temple. I know that in my heart I would take whatever he gave. Trodger might not need his hair dressed, but the flagon of ale that each soldier quaffed would be welcome—once his captain had departed, thought Roding cynically. Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him.
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