We’re in the forest, and it’s cold, and there’s a very old man near death, because he’s had nothing to eat in days. His name, fittingly enough, is Adam. He’s followed his young master into exile, and there the boy has brought him, carrying him like a child, and setting him before another band of men in exile. These are good men, too, and their leader, D…
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