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The runewriter spoke no gratitude, but moved, as if through pain, and lifted the cup with water from the tray again. She savoured it slowly.Chapter Two: A Drinking Party After her shift on the twelfth – God, just three more days till the Judgment Day- Anita set for the main church. The night was dark and moonless, the streets wet from the light rain which fell that afternoon, and reflecting in their splotches the many lights in the lanterns and in the windows, and as she climbed down towards th