Kintla Flatlands My undead mummy and me

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he too bent his back in the task of supporting junior unto the den, worried gaze flickering between the woman who aided him and the boy that trailed the healer and her lover. where he had come from, lasher could not fathom, but it made no mind; he would be welcome in the warm space of blue willow's den, with food to round out his thin sides and soft words to coax his own.

it was for junior that taltos' heart almost met its end in distress.