“Master Rez!” Derian shouted, looking at the figure in the freshly carved entrance. He was silhouetted by a bright lantern behind him. Rock dust floated in the cave, sent up by the falling rock.
Yet even in hazy profile the master was apparent. He stood well over normal height, and had a beard that ran down and was kept pinned by a belt. His head was sha…
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