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“... Whose forbidden hold was this? What had he provoked? He wrapped trembling fingers around the first small, shining thing he found, and fled. For the vault was more than a treasury: piles of preciouses nested beneath the coils of a snoring serpent. It was a bed.” — Maria Dahvana Headley
... Whose forbidden hold was this?
What had he provoked? He wrapped trembling fingers around
the first small, shining thing he found, and fled. For the vault
was more than a treasury: piles of preciouses nested
beneath the coils of a snoring serpent. It was a bed.