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Six passings of the four seasons, Kheviel replied, but the years have not been kind. I suppose I could live another three or four if I am lucky, but I doubt it. She took another bite, asking, And you, young pup? She said the last two words as an epithet, as if being young was inherently bad. But she was a woman who's body had troubled her almost all her life, the arthritis setting in early for some unknown reason. She'd felt old since she'd turned four, and she was bitter about it.