C1063 A Lifelong Enemy

The meaty hand hung in the air, but the man on the other side made no attempt to accept it.

It was only then that I roused myself to take a closer look at the boy. For a moment I thought I recognized him, but when I came to myself, I did not think that perhaps it was the thinness of the boy's cheeks that made his malnourished features more striking to the eye than the slight familiarity