" Casting one look of anguish at his leader, Blueskin then darted down the passage. “Your mother was a Gypsy. Luck. She hesitated. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them.
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