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tamar soon sensed she was not alone.

like a doe her head flung up. her pale eyes searched. she found the stranger: a craggy, life-worn man with a scarred face and half a plume behind.

he was larger than her, though offered no threat for now. tamar's ears adjusted from where they had flattened against her skull with a bristle. "this is epoch. well. it is going to be. are you passing through?"