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... n’t one to be easily forgotten.
Not long ago, during the war, a Sandman with a dark complexion walked silently in the front row ahead of me. His name was Dorgo.
“Barbarian, nice to meet you again. Dorgo, thanks to you, survived on the battlefield.”
It seemed that Dorgo also recognized my face.
While my face was quite ordinary on Earth, I seemed to stand out quite a bit here. Once seen, my face wasn’t easily forgotten.
When Dorgo and I acknowledged each oth ...
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