Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full. “Yes, but maybe later. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. It was his tall stance and his pale skin that drew him out of the crowd.
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