The taste of iron filled her mouth. She watched the blood throb out of him, black in the lanternlight. “Tané,” Loth said. Her skin was as chill as the sword in her hand. “Tané.” His voice was hoarse. “Please. We must hurry.” Two corpses lay before her. Her stomach roiled, and blackness hit her like a cloud of flies. She had killed. Not the way she had killed Susa. This time, she had taken life with her own hand. Dizzy, she raised her head. Loth removed the lantern that hung above the bodies and held it out to her. She took it, hand unsteady, and walked into the innards of the ship. She could
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