Orphan, Urchin, Anarchist, Revolutionary


“He was quite young, barely into his manhood, clean-shaved and fresh-faced. He looked quite thin, almost sickly, and the musician wondered how many good meals the lad had enjoyed in his life. Not many, was the safest bet. And yet within that scrawny fame beat a stout heart, Ein Sof suspected. There was a fire in the kid’s eyes, a purpose of some kind. It was increasingly rare to meet somebody with that look.”



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