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Perscors sat on the bare floor of the tower. The shield and sword were by his side. He looked down at the gold and precious stones of his armor. Had he recovered his identity so uselessly? Yet the perfect fit of the armor remained an obscure comfort to him. Perhaps, he reflected, it was a sign that his coming fate would fit him also.'
Opposite him, Achamoth sat as though she were daydreaming. Her expression was blank, and she looked through him.