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A Song UnsungTo see him, one would think he was alone, but, somehow, he was not. He inhabited a place where no one could ever be alone, because part of everyone was always there — most people just didn’t know it.
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Most people, in fact, had not the slightest idea that this place existed — because, technically speaking, it didn’t. But before we become too mired in existential paradoxes, let us return to our original subject.
He was reasonably tall, and fairly skinny, and his indeterminately brownish hair was short and a bit greasy. His eyes, which were wide open, were hard to discern in the dim light, but on close inspection one might term them pale green.
He was, at present, standing so close to the edge of a rather precarious sea-cliff that anyone with half an ounce of humanity would have rushed to pull him back before a breath of wind toppled him carelessly over the edge. Luckily for him, no one with even a milligram of humanity was in the vicinity, and the dragons knew bett