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What Fenn Said

Auteur: stan_ade
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-22 06:20:26

Fenn retired from the input mechanism role in the autumn of the eighth year.

Not from the camp — he made this clear from the beginning and with the pre-emptive flatness of someone who had anticipated the misunderstanding and was not willing to spend time on it. He retired from the formal role. He remained at the fire. He remained in his position. He remained the wolf who handed cups and who stood up for one second to acknowledge things worth acknowledging and who had opinions about Mira that he
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