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... d with benches, drawn by the sound of a voice that cut through the regular settlement noise.
Perhaps twenty people sat listening, most wearing squat leather caps or strips of colored cloth tied round their arms. All of them faced a tall man standing on an upturned crate.
He looked young, barely twenty, but there was nothing timid in his stance. His eyes burned with a faith that seemed to shine.
His words were... weird... to say the least. He was a kind of zealot.
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