It wasn’t fair. Of all the crimes he had seen in a life almost too long to comprehend…this one surpasses them all. The look on her face. On the boy’s when she told him. That pathetic collection, carried like a treasure, and is it not a treasure? Finally, he wiped a hand before his eyes and said, ‘We spoke of murdering gods, with a strange diffidence, almost a bluster – and what did they show us? Adjunct, what are we, when we murder innocence?’ Tavore’s sigh was ragged. ‘It will be answered.’ He saw her take on the burden, in the settling of her shoulders, recognized the breathtaking courage in
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