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Cardinal Zizka, I must confess,’ sang Baptiste as she pulled off her other boot and leaned back, wriggling her bare toes at the fire, ‘that I slipped while praying, my habit caught upon a stray nail, and my prick, engorged as it always is while filled with the love of our Lord, accidentally went up a lycanthrope’s twat.’
‘I have heard it all.’ Balthazar stared off wide-eyed into the darkened forest. ‘The universe holds no mysteries for me any longer.
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