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What a jerk... I stagger to my feet, wearily, slowly. My nose still itches, but I manage to suppress one last tickle before telling Flint: "Why the heck would you use a kid for your scheme?" "Excuse me, princess?" Just ignore it. Just ignore it. "Why. The heck. Would you use. A KID. For your scheme?" "And who told you to talk to me like that, eh, scoundrel?!" - Seconds later, I see him right near my long-suffering nose, seemingly ready to punch, but I... I don't know how this happens, but I manage to shove his fist away from me, while giving him one hell of a death glare. "Flint, this isn't a game...
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In the town square the queue had formed at five in the morning, while cocks were crowing far out in the rimed country and there were no fires. All about, among the ruined buildings, bits of mist had clung at first, but now with the new light of seven o’clock it was beginning to disperse. Down the road, in twos and threes, more people were gathering in for the day of marketing the day of festival. The small bay stood immediately behind two men who had been talking loudly in the clear air, and all of the sounds they made seemed twice as loud because of the cold...