A Shandorian Journey, Part Seven
The moon must have risen while he was talking to the Queen, because its light slipped through the tent’s door-flap, picking out the sleepers around him in a pale silver glow. It also glinted on a figure that hadn’t been there before, a figure crouched at the foot of his bedroll, staring straight at him, perfectly still.
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