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As their cart neared the city of Furl, Art noticed that Davi was looking a bit strange, perhaps nervous. “Are you alright, Davi?”
“Thanks, I’m fine. It’s been six years since I was back here, and I’m not sure what to expect. I must have driven a cart like this one into Furl hundreds of times when I was a boy.”
“Are you worried that the City will have changed a lot?” Iria liked to hear her own voice.
“It’s not that is it, Davi? You’re wondering whether you might run into your cousin, and if you do, whether he has changed.”
Davi looked away, and Art dropped the subject. Iria, however, asked, “Do you have family here in Furl, Davi?”
He was polite in his answer, but omitted a bit of detail. “I came to live here with my mother’s cousin after she died. He was a carter, which is one reas
