#417196 - The city Ruza came to was quite different from the one she had lived in: still a city of steeples and towers and crooked alleys and beautiful arches, but no longer a city where certain prayers were said, or where certain saints were invoked, or where anyone displayed certain icons and images. It, too, had hovered over baby Ruza’s cradle on her birthday, and ever since it had nursed a loathsome craving for her life.
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