John Doman

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Sidero nodded. “We will fight soon. Get away quickly.” That was, of course, what I had intended, but I could not do so now. To escape by my own cunning, in the face of danger and by my own will, was one thing—to be ordered away from the battle like a spado was quite another.
The Urth of the New Sun
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