"My Sire remains in Sverdlovsk," Sidor said simply. "Many come to this city from the outside, travellers." He remembered the brood of the others in Sverdlovsk. The comfort of his bat-like cousins, of being simply one among a handful, the youngest son of the clutch that eked out an existance in the darkness. No longer his place. He missed the bonds.
But there were some advantages here. He had begun to form... other bonds. He had begun to change, as if he were being retempered.
As long as he did not soften.
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