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Even then he did not sleep. His pillow was a subtle smothering device, his sheets a pair of maddening snarls.
Arvardan had not seen her smile before, and found himself interested in the phenomenon.
eery
a star—a name; Sloo, maybe—”
near the meeting of two large rivers,
He slept for a while after that, then woke for a while, as it grew light again. No one approached, and a man’s very soul grew haggard and pale.
