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| 14 | 17 | My tunic had View more quotes about long">long since been torn to my waist and now I ripped it away to my belt, angry at the tattered cloth. |
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| 14 | 14 | I rejoiced in this new freedom, in the absence of the yoke, though I knew it was given to me only in order to improve the spectacle. |
| 14 | 15 | That I might run, that I might scream and grovel, that I might try to cover myself in the sand would surely delight the silver masks of Tharna. |
| 14 | 16 | I moved my hands and shoulders, my back. |
| 14 | 17 | My tunic had long since been torn to my waist and now I ripped it away to my belt, angry at the tattered cloth. |
| 14 | 18 | The muscles rolled exuberantly under my flesh, delighting in their liberty. |
| 14 | 19 | I walked slowly to the foot of the golden wall, where lay the golden scarf of the Tatrix, that scarf whose fluttering signal had initiated the Amusements. |
| 14 | 20 | I picked it up. |