She was the High Priestess. Her father was holding her waist, smiling. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. Stanley changed his key. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers.
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