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... as beginning to wane. Massacre had long since wandered off independently, as was her custom. He found out where she had wandered off to when he got to the palace gates. She was sleeping directly before them, and her goat head was on watch.
He could only surmise that anyone with business in the palace would have to tiptoe around her. It probably shouldn't have been as amusing as it was, though he couldn't keep smiling. William approached and nudged her with one toe.
"Hello, Massac ...
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