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- “Aram? Son, show yourself.”
- A small man with a slight build—not quite five feet tall—entered the room. A loose tunic could not conceal the narrowness of his shoulders or the slenderness of his arms. The face was barely recognizable as Aram—the structure of his cheeks, less defined; the brow, less primitive; the jaw, narrower. “I’ve been listening for
- some time.” His voice had evolved from bass to tenor.
- Chapter 7
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