Families had seen their lands seized, their chateaux ransacked or burned, and those unlucky enough to have failed to anticipate disaster, had been murdered or dragged away to gaol. It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. ‘That was one of my own clever stories. I’m too young 117 for this to sound right. His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter.
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