“She took up a stone, and though her long arms were weak…” — On a Dark, Cold Night at 14:14
“She took up a stone, and though her long arms were weak from lack of use, she was an ancient thing with ancient strength, and she successfully hurled it through the tapestry above her. And though the sun streaming in through the hole it made stung her eyes, she felt its warmth, and it filled her with something.…”
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