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“The patchwork bard’s cloak he swung around his shoulders smelled of smoke and sweet resin and strong whiskey, so every time he inhalted it was though the Devil’s hand traced his spine.” — Elizabeth Bear
The patchwork bard’s cloak he swung around his shoulders smelled of smoke and sweet resin and strong whiskey, so every time he inhalted it was though the Devil’s hand traced his spine.