"I tell you, money can't build your spire for you. Build it of gold and it would simply sink deeper.
Roger edged past the chief, only just avoiding pushing him with his shoulder. The yelling ceased, and Samneric lay looking up in quiet terror. Roger advanced upon them as one wielding a nameless authority.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Roger edged past the chief, only just avoiding pushing him with his shoulder. The yelling ceased, an...
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