He pointed to a table and chair - both of severely plain make - set againsta side wall of his office. An almost identical brick build-ing stood a few feet farther south, on the other side of the border. Names, characters, placesand incidents either are products ofthe author's imagination or are usedfictitiously. She's got mine, I guess.
He slid the blade on to his belt and went off. Annore was certainly glad. His indifference seemed more wounding to her than rage would havebeen. outh in Derlavai,but not to be ignored as winter drew nearer, either - they had to cut itand haul it back.
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