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e do have sorcerous wards in place tokeep out unwelcome guests when his Excellency and I are not present. Can't workwithout'em, no more than a carpenter can work without his. After thehomelike fields of western Forthweg, this Zuwayzi waste of sunbakedrock and blowing sand seemed a particularly cruel joke. The nomad stood silenand motionless.
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