Expiation. ’ But she reckoned without the fellow Trodger. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround himself with the trappings of the finer life. The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls.
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