Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.
The people are hungry,_ Mihali said. He lifted his hands, spreading them to encompass the city. __he people need to be fed. They need bread and wine and soup and meat. But not just that. They need friendship._ He pointed to a minor noble, some viscount decked out in his finest foppish frills, who poured a bottle of St. Adom__ Festival wine into the cups of a half-dozen street urchins.__hey need companionship,_ Mihali said. __hey need love and brotherhood._ He turned to Tamas. He reached out with one hand, putting a palm to Tamas__ cheek. Instinct told Tamas to step back. He found that he couldn__.__ou gorged them on the blood of the nobility,_ Mihali said gently. __hey drank, but were not filled. They ate of hatred and grew hungrier._ He took a deep breath. __our intentions were_ well, not pure, but just. Justice is never enough._ He let go of Tamas and turned to the square. __ will put things right,_ he said. He puffed out his chest and spread his arms. __ will feed all of Adro. It is what they need.
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The people are hungry,_ Mihali said. He lifted his hands, spreading them to encompass the city. __he people need to be fed. They need bread and wine and soup and meat. But not just that. They need friendship._ He pointed to a minor noble, some viscount decked out in his finest foppish frills, who poured a bottle of St. Adom__ Festival wine into the cups of a half-dozen street urchins.__hey need companionship,_ Mihali said. __hey need love and brotherhood._ He turned to Tamas. He reached out with one hand, putting a palm to Tamas__ cheek. Instinct told Tamas to step back. He found that he couldn__.__ou gorged them on the blood of the nobility,_ Mihali said gently. __hey drank, but were not filled. They ate of hatred and grew hungrier._ He took a deep breath. __our intentions were_ well, not pure, but just. Justice is never enough._ He let go of Tamas and turned to the square. __ will put things right,_ he said. He puffed out his chest and spread his arms. __ will feed all of Adro. It is what they need.
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