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Sometimes, when one is unable to leave and seemingly unable to control his own existence, there's little to do but sit and wait. Today, although it's warm enough outdoors, the fire in the grate's caught his attention. For all intents and purposes he appears to be having a staring match with the flames: his knees support his elbows, his hands support his chin. Around him, the ragged red cloak rustles in a barely perceptible manner.
The days here are long, but the nights... well, the nights are even longer. One of these weeks he'll give in and both sleep and eat. That won't be happening today.
The days here are long, but the nights... well, the nights are even longer. One of these weeks he'll give in and both sleep and eat. That won't be happening today.