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... the old man mirroring him without crossing the distance. The room held to its ordinary shape, bed against the wall, shutters latched, light resting low across the floor.
"What does it have to do with me?"
Before the man could answer, footsteps reached the door from the corridor. They were even and unhurried. The old man stopped speaking mid-breath and did not adjust his posture.
A knock followed. Vencian waited through one breath, then another, his ribs tight where he had ...
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