Kiro poked the fire with a long stick. For a moment the flames leapt higher, then the logs shifted and the heat died down. The trees that ringed the clearing slid back into the shadows of the evening as the light diminished.
“Have you finished skinning those rabbits?”
Amon looked up from where he knelt. “You are always in such a hurry. Do not rush the artist while he works.”...
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