“You haven’t seen him in three hundred years?” He asked. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. The deafening report froze time. He looked at her, hurt. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman.
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