The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. But the general was turning on him, the hint of emotion wiped from his lined features. God help me. I’m six hundred and forty-eight years old, John! I should have never seduced a young boy, let alone expected him to keep my secrets for me. ‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. To them all I am nothing. It’s well hidden, miss. You’re tired, of course. " It was only a shade better than the Stone Hold.
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