He wrote one more paragraph for his own sake, to see what he had to say.
He wrote one more paragraph for his own sake, to see what he had to say.
He looked at Azaire, and his left eyelid slid down over the eyeball, remaining in place long enough for the broken blood vessels beneath the skin and the small wart to be visible before it was rotated smoothly back to its home beneath the skull.
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