~ Chapter 5 (a) Excerpt ~
…Emerging from the back of the crowd was Salife, storyteller of their childhood, and grandfather of Ferent. "Thou know not what awaits thee! Strong words will not protect thy skin!" He said in a raspy voice as he fumbled with his cane towards the guard. Dressed in a brown, shabby, hooded cloak, his breath labored through a mouth, slightly open, which was surrounded by a rough, stubbly, whitened beard that had barely shown until he lifted his head. Unable to see anymore, he still retained the mannerisms of a man trying to make his way through the dark with slightly squinted eyes…
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