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... the old man hobbled across the street toward her. Truth be told, old didnt nearly capture the sheer weight of time that seemed to hang on those reed-thin shoulders. Stooped over, limbs visibly trembling and skin as weathered as a salt-washed rock, the Venerable supported his weight on a walking stick of dark brown wood as he slowly made his way toward her.
Would it be disrespectful of her to go and help him? He looked so fragile! There was a burly-looking man by his side, watching the c ...
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