[Once she's down, she shudders, lights blinding for a second. She drops the torch on the cold, hard floor. But she fights it off as she had the fear, taking a deep breath and glaring at the woman at the altar.]
I could ask the same of you. A veneer of beauty over a domain of agony and ruin; that would appear to summarize both your home and your heart, would it not?
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I could ask the same of you. A veneer of beauty over a domain of agony and ruin; that would appear to summarize both your home and your heart, would it not?