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He was standing with his back to Arthur watching the very last
glimmers of light sink into blackness behind the horizon. He was
tallish, elderly and dressed in a single long grey robe. When he
turned his face was thin and distinguished, careworn but not
unkind, the sort of face you would happily bank with. But he
didn't turn yet, not even to react to Arthur's yelp of surprise.
Eventually the last rays of the sun had vanished completely, and
he turned. His face was |
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