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Chapter 18: The End of a Daydream
“I shall not lie down before I devour my prey.” Ditiori did not let anyone survive those who attacked his wife. They had slapped and pushed her. Maga had fainted. Dressed in her beautiful garments and all the finery of a woman, Maga had lain cold as the bleak temple floor. Her dark, hooded, velour cloak was a gift from her beloved, Ditiori.
“Douche your hooded cloak in the ashes you’ve gathered. It will allay thorns and vermin and protect you, but it can’t protect you from an attacking human though—" Ditiori once said with joshing to his espoused. By the stream, they bathed and teased after washing their dirty clothes, enjoying dipping their bodies in the frigid cold water of the whistling stream.
“It’s of no use then, I’m used to bush
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