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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:17 pm
...sat on a moldish log-stool, contemplative and filthy and sleepy. Peering into the gloom, saw a ragged sunshape on the rise. Took his staff in hand and went. He is a tall man, bald, blackbearded, bluehatted, stern. He wears a baby-blue cloak and...his staff is white. He seeks the house of the King to ask about taxes. He is befuddled and angry
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