“I have little talent with the pen, I assure you.” He gazed at his son, then back to where the man at the entrance had stood. “But I admire those who do.” He smiled again. “And I can’t help but be enraptured by story. And desirous to stick my untalented pen in places where it doesn’t belong to make a tale dance to my bidding.”
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