Chapter Twenty-Four, Part Two: Ansypporus 6Mature

His body sways, lopsidedly, a dying rodent hanging from a hunter’s belt, but he sways across, his arms stuck fast around his sides, enfolding. 

The pursuing one is wise; he follows in the student’s steps, picking out the path against the ocean of pale green stones. 

Soon, they are both on the other side of the sea…. And from the stark line of cocoa-granite trees, the hands of their branches like wet and muddy sterling where the Monastery walls melt into rock, the black bead eyes of the monks in taupe and tan observe both men.


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