From here on,we march. They'll make us come to them, Sabrino said. o thernetall. He raised hiswooden mug of beer to his lips and took a long pull.
Maybe an hour out fromus, maybe a little less. He rocked his hips forward and back; he musthave liked what he saw. Sabnino wouldn't have cared to lean overthat far himself, not with so much empty, empty air between him and theground. 'Onethem fell as he dashed away from the doors.
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