Now go ahead. This friend of yours. When we gave you the job of curator, when wedispensed with the black finger Miina had given you as a stigma of your collective sin, we had a glimmerof hope for you. That was something his father, Wennn Stogggul, never came to realize.
Whether you thinkso or not, you are a born curator. He never wentnear it or even glanced at it. She opened the doorto three strangers riding on what appeared to be an enormous black cthauros. Sornnn snapped his satchel closed.
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