Perhaps Humble has a little bundle of joy on the way. Not so much, a child, but a fragment of his soul, shaped fo clay and ash, incubated in manure, peat, and mandrake. Shadowy and fast, the Filcher watches his back, and keeps an eye out for loose treasures.
Monday, January 21, 2008
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