[Paul is speaking all he says to his Omen, who watches him with wide, black eyes as he sitting in the rising waters of another repetition of ice cold bath water, fully clothed and shivering with it. It makes his words less careful than they almost always are - and it's safe, here, with the old man.
There is a ghost in his mouth, so far from the high, dark cliffs of his ancestors.]
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There is a ghost in his mouth, so far from the high, dark cliffs of his ancestors.]
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