My friend wants to get moving and so do I,’ Eddie said. ‘We’ve got miles to go yet.’I know that. It’s on your face, son. Like a scar.’Eddie was fascinated by the idea of duty and ka as something that left a mark, something that might look like decoration to one eye and disfigurement to another. Outside, thunder cracked and lightning flashed.

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