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Izad.

He had been a good man. Loyal, but old. Too old to teach another student such as Akhtar. He had not been alive long, but the lessons he taught had kept Akhtar alive.

He gave himself an internal critical once over.

Could he become like Izad? It was probably not likely.

He was like I. Long in the face and ear. But, he had lived for a very long time. So long, in fact, he had turned mostly white and grey by the time I ended up in his care.