The Passing of Lord Mariusz

Mariusz lay on the silken sheets in his room, panting slightly.  He said "Pfft" to the narrator.  He always spoke for himself.  Somehow, though, he wasn't that bothered by the intrusion.  Someone else should do more of the work around here, he thought. The light filtered through the shutters on the windows that had been …

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