The assailant led Sevan out of the building through a large hole at the back that he hadn’t noticed before, presumably because it had been hidden by large objects which had now been removed.
The fields glimmered in the silver moonlight but they soon left these behind for the dust of the plain, which appeared to sparkle.
The assailant led Sevan around one of the rocky hills and, as the triple suns rose above the horizon, they arrived at a small valley in which was a very large tent. Inside the tent it was furnished luxuriously and, on two chairs, sat two individuals whom Sevan couldn’t help think looked familiar.
“So this is him?” said one individual in disbelief.
“Yes, my Lord,” Sevan’s assailant said as he dropped Sevan at their feet.
“This is the clone who is supposed to have murder
