She was 11 the first time I saw her. The kennelmaster's daughter. She smelled of dog. I wasn't much older, but everybody was already afraid of me. Myranda wasn't, though. What could I do to her that those hounds couldn't? She was fearless. There was nothing she wouldn't do.

Her pain will be paid for a thousand times over. I wish she could be here to watch.

However, it is good meat. Feed it to the hounds.

August 2016

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