collapsing deeps

"Of course," Thomas said. "Given my recent heroism" - his voice turned wry - "in defense of the White King, I am now in favor in the Court. The prodigal son has been welcomed home with open arms."
"Really?"
"Well," Thomas amended, "with reluctant, irritated arms, anyway. Lara's miffed about the Deeps."
"Guess the bombs weren't good for them."
Thomas's teeth showed. "The whole place just collapsed in on itself. There's a huge hole in the ground, the plumbing at the manor got torn up, and the foundation cracked. It's going to cost a fortune to fix it."
"Poor Lara," I said. "No more convenient corpse-disposal facilities."


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