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“Why did you think I was over a hundred years old?”
Alden’s fingers stopped tracing the seam where the table’s crystal inset met polished wood. Darn it, Esh-erdi.
“I just thought you were a little older than you are, not that old.”
Zeridee was sitting across from him in the only other chair. Behind her, the wall of her hospital room had turned into a giant “window” with a view of an Artonan city. Alden didn’t know which one.
“It is uncommon for someone my ag ...
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