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I will have papers. And whether it is one George or the other who rules in time – this land will be ours. And yours,” he added softly, raising his eyes to Brianna’s. “And your children’s after you.” I laid my hand on his, where it rested on the box. His skin was warm with work and the heat of the day, and he smelt of clean sweat. The hairs on his forearm shone red and gold in the sun, and I understood very well just then, why it is that men measure time. They wish to fix a moment, in the vain hope that so doing will keep it from departing
