The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. "Si—lence!" vociferated Charcam, laying great emphasis on the last syllable. It wouldn't do to say that she was from the hospital. But it was not so ordered. The winters were bitter here, they could have just as easily been frozen off.
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