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Abstract
“I need a dagger,” Shiva says, “double-edged…and razor-sharp.”
The blacksmith turns from his furnace and stares at him in
surprise. What the hell is a renowned writer doing here? he thinks as he
stands up and walks towards Shiva.
“I need a dagger,” Shiva says, “double-edged…and razor-sharp.”
The blacksmith turns from his furnace and stares at him in
surprise. What the hell is a renowned writer doing here? he thinks as he
stands up and walks towards Shiva.