CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
We turned to find an ancient specimen of a man shuffling toward us from around one of the shelves. He appeared to be well beyond a hundred with a bent back and a pace that would make a glacier appear fast. His face was a mess of wrinkles, but even those couldn’t hide what had once been a handsome appearance. He had been about as tall as Will before his shrinkage but now was my height. One of his wrinkled, shaking hands grasped an elegant cane that he constantly used. The man wore a gold-rimmed robe over his person and soft slippers on his shoes that made the smallest of noises through the dust brought in by the customers.
He stopped in front of us as the employee bowed out. His eyes sparkled and a smile graced his lips, but there was something about his manner
