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From The Time Roads:

Dee settled himself by the fire. I continued to skim the reports from my Londain agents, but I was aware of his presence, as I always was. I noted the way his bones lay closer to the surface, the fine, milk-white lines, running like spider webs over his weathered face. He was older, so obviously older, than at our last meeting. I was sorry I had not summoned him back to court years ago. No, to be true, I had. And he had politely refused.