[ stubborn to the grave, my dear Herlock. he's already striding away from her, and she frozen to the spot for a terrible moment, thinking—she can't move. and he will leave her. and someone else will find her. and she'll tear this entire city down.
but then her mind clicks, and she's following, though her head craned low, one hand grasping helplessly at a horn. ]
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but then her mind clicks, and she's following, though her head craned low, one hand grasping helplessly at a horn. ]
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