Teja is by the fireplace, eschewing the sunlight; he has his harp and plays a soft, sad melody, his fingers moving as if on their own while he gazes into the fire and thinks.
Oh, and he has much to think of, and to feel pain for!
Not only
has Asher returned, and been hurt so deeply, mere minutes from his entrance, when Teja told him, straight
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But can he spot the thrower...
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