Her neck was smeared with red and remorse flooded him. But he was not a father one could make much of. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour.
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