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52 pages, ebook
First published January 28, 2014
His leathers were filthy beyond anything Ilamaych would have ever tolerated given a choice. He was embarrassed by the smell and nudged them into an abject pile with his feet. The man sat in a rough-hewn chair and watched, stroking his scruffy beard. He did not comment. Ilamaych bore his gaze uneasily.
Earen wished he could touch Ilamaych’s hand or shoulder; some form of physical contact. After being alone for so long it had been astonishingly easy to draw someone into his little world.