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| 13 | 183 | View more quotes about fresh">Fresh and clean on her burned thigh was the brand of the four bosk horns. |
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| 13 | 180 | On the way we passed a girl, a girl from Cos taken hundreds of pasangs away in a raid on a caravan bound for Ar. |
| 13 | 181 | She had been bound across a wagon wheel lying on the ground, her body over its hub. |
| 13 | 182 | Her clothing had been removed. |
| 13 | 183 | Fresh and clean on her burned thigh was the brand of the four bosk horns. |
| 13 | 184 | She was weeping. |
| 13 | 185 | The Iron Master affixed the Turian collar. |
| 13 | 186 | He bent to his tools, taking up a tiny, open golden ring, a heated metal awl, a pair of pliers. |