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Jul 12, 2011, 9:00 am
Neirin’s tent was dimly lit and smelled of musk, like the den of an animal, and smoke. It was cluttered with piles of… things. In the dark, it was hard to tell, but some were bulky, perhaps his hoard of ill-gotten goods, and others were formless mounds that stank when Glory drew near. Furs, she ...