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“Hold on a minute. You wouldn’t also happen to be the young man Frederick was just telling me about?” Mary sits down in a rocking chair that looks as old as she is. “The one they want to send on that folly of a quest to make peace with the damn Leachers?”
George raises an eyebrow at this, and I recall how he told me he didn’t know what the Elders want with me. I guess he does now.
The place looks like a room from a ritzy nursing home, but with homier décor. I look around to find a place to sit. George notices and gestures toward the small bed next to the chair.
I sit down and George joins me.
In a moment of silence, I look over the old lady. Her eyes have a layer of cataracts, or something else that makes them seem glassy. Where George’s eyes look very old, hers look like I’m stari
