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My memories reach back to when I was six years old. Before that, there is nothing, only a blank gulf
“An old plowman left him, Prince Verity, sir. Says it’s Prince Chivalry’s bastid, sir.”
I drifted into his mind and shared his dim dreams
“If there’s a fire and a meal there, I shan’t be leaving again.” And there was, and he didn’t.
he came past us to kindle a fresh candle from the nearly spent one on the table, I
