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No matter how desperately he tried to convince himself that the past weeks had been worth it, that something significant had been accomplished, Dustfinger could not make himself believe it. Yes, some things had changed — Capricorn was dead, and the writer Fenoglio had unexpectedly disappeared while back in the mountain village — but what did that mean to him? Nothing. He had managed to avoid Capricorn fairly easily before he had finally tracked down Silvertongue and his daughter, and what did he care about an old man, even if he had, as he claimed, created Dustfinger out of ink and paper? No, the only thing that hurt about Fenoglio