![]() ![]() Carving the finishing scrollwork on yet another hope chest for the latest bride-to-be in town did nothing to fill his own hollowness. He coughed and gulped from his flask, stepping back from his work. ![]() He didn’t bother sweeping any more, although he probably should - wood without magic produces a drab dust that desiccates the throat, shrivels the lungs. A decade of shavings covered the floor of Lewys’s carpentry shop. ![]()
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