Published at 2592 × 1944 in Chapters 31-35
“He says it over that way, but it is getting late, and we should coming to his place and leaving in the morning.” We followed the horseman and arrived fifteen minutes later at his few gers sitting beneath the wide-open, pastel sky.



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