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False Colored Eyes

by Sean O'Hara

Copyright 2011

Smashwords Edition

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.



Father is dead.

The note contained no salutation, no signature, but I recognized the handwriting of my ulom-sister Asnaio. I crumpled the note and tossed it into the fireplace. I turned to the messenger, the man's clothes rumpled and weather-stained from the rough ride through snow filled passes, his hair hanging limp with sweat despite the frigid weather. "How long?"

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