We all ended up somewhere with our various uncertain lives flapping about us in tatters and our pockets full of foreign coins.
But I saw the pair of them, along with everyone else. Hard to miss. Him towering like a raggedy scarecrow in that flapping black scholar's gown, and the sword always quiet next to him, sweet as honey, and poison with it.
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