I live in a cave. It’s a well-appointed cave with two big tables, sturdy chairs and a feather bed. It has geothermal heat and lighting courtesy of permanent fairy-fire globes. It could use an espresso machine, but other than that, it’s pretty sweet.
The cave’s most important furnishing, my prize possession, is a six-inch-diameter sodalite crystal ball imbued with telepathy. It is crucial for keeping track of opponents, secretive communication with a few members of the Elder Council, and reliable, omniscient narration.
They call me Interloper around here, but that’s not important. After all, this is not my story.
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