![]() “Now this,” he said, “will fetch a fiefdom. Working feverishly now, we followed the contours, salt flying from our fingers, until the entire body lay bare to the sky. /rebates/2fbook2f2908106042fCherry-Crow-Children&. Suspicion lifted the hairs on my nape and I dug faster, harder, in danger of damaging the specimen with haste.Īn arm emerged from the salt. I jerked back, staring at the dark linen we’d uncovered. ![]() “It’ll just be another ammonite.” But he knelt and set to scraping beside me. The shadow underneath, too clean-edged to be a phantasm, didn’t change. Dirty grains clung to the sweat of my palms. White gold, the economic cornerstone of New Persia. ![]() There was no academic or scientific value in salt - it would not advance my thesis, nor bring any glimmer of knowledge about the theriomorphs - but it would sell. Squatting to examine a buried shadow, I nodded. ![]()
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