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| 17 | 449 | His helmet was View more quotes about gone">gone. |
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| 17 | 446 | A Cosian, wounded, seeing me, tried to struggle to his feet. |
| 17 | 447 | He was a mass of blood. |
| 17 | 448 | It was dried in his beard. |
| 17 | 449 | His helmet was gone. |
| 17 | 450 | He could hardly lift his blade. |
| 17 | 451 | "How are things in Cos?" I asked him. |
| 17 | 452 | "Well," he said. |