Her breath caught. “You have unclear memories of a sorceress who lived and breathed a thousand years ago. How old are you?” “I already told you, princess. Old.” “Yes, but exactly how old?” He hesitated, but only briefly. “Two thousand years.” She stared at him in shock. “You’re not old. You’re an ancient relic.” He raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging again at his lips. “And you are sixteen mortal years. A mere child.” “I’m not a child!” “You are.”
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