Kutipan
They were always standing, those false men. They never bled. Of war’s ravages and destruction, the map bore no trace. Evidently Annur lacked the craftsmen to sculpt starvation, or terror, or death.
“Everyone trades me away like a stone on the board, but I will not trade away myself.”
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