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Excerpt: Chapter 27 (Book II)
GREEN RUINS & SHALLOW BLUES
Book II: FRUITFUL
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Geaselle looked then, with the pause afforded them, into her lover's eyes of blackened fire; her lips formed a kiss. Ayrqthon, like an iron pillar in the dust storm of the ephemeral, stood motionless, dwelt in a timelessness which cast its long shadow like a gnomon to the ages, and in that long then of their shared experience, conveyed with his slightest facial expression, his desire to know more, to know of her, to know her, completely. Geaselle the Tsawbrer of Dabil Arasoya shone, back-lit, with black flames set against the thin veneer of whitewash with which his world was covered. Ayrqthon stepped forward and took her hand, and bowed, and kissed it.
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