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“Watching the Commander's hands on the bandage, it seemed to Beric more than ever strange and wonderful that Justinius should do this for him, a galley slave; should do it as though he cared. That was the most wonderful thing; not that Justinius should dress his wrist, but that he should do it as though he cared.”

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Outcast

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Rosemary Sutcliff
Rosemary Sutcliff

Rosemary Sutcliff was a British historical novelist renowned for her historical fiction, particularly her works set during the Roman period and the Dark Ages. Born on December 14, 1920, and passing away on July 23, 1992, Sutcliff's meticulous research and evocative storytelling have left a lasting impact on the genre. more

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