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Sarah ran through the torch-lit corridors hysterical and crying loudly. After dashing madly down one corridor after another, she somehow found her way to the carved door of her own chambers, and opened her door, only to slam it behind her. Sarah leaned against it, trying her best to catch her breath and calm herself . Her blood pounded in her ears.
Sarah began tugging at the opening of her nightgown in a frenzy, trying to tear the filthy garment from her body. She seemed to sigh once the fabric finally gave with a loud rrriiippp!!
Sarah continued to pull at the nightgown until she'd rent it completely from her body. She stuffed it in her fireplace, watching the blood-and-feather splattered and urine-soaked garment smoulder, blacken and turn to ash in the flame.
Sarah went to her washstand and took up the pitcher, adding more water to that which she used previously that evening. Sarah saturated the sponge and washed herself once again, this time taking particular pains to wash her urine-stained legs.
All the while, as Sarah washed herself clean of the filth from her time at the making of the Goblin Stew, she cursed the Goblin King, and renewed her vow that somehow, someway, someday, she would make him pay...
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