[ Leland, too, leaning on his cane, dressed in black—but he is a small and lithe man whose sharpness lives namely in his smile and the one mekhanical eye whirring in its socket.
it is audible even from a slight distance, such as now, as he tilts his head and glances up at the dark sky and chuckles. ]
crawls back a thousand years later
it is audible even from a slight distance, such as now, as he tilts his head and glances up at the dark sky and chuckles. ]
Well, I'm only half-blind, aren't I?