"Okay, so assuming you were born in the early 1960s, that means you're... probably around sixty years old?"

"I guess, yeah."

"You uh... you look good, for sixty years old."

Jeskura stared at him, and he winced, waiting for the inevitable laughter.

She didn't, other than a small, warm chuckle. She grinned, winked at him, and returned to walking the path.

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Half a day. He didn't know how he knew that, but he did. The swirling maelstroms of fire overhead had an ebb and flow to them, somewhere between ocean waves and a lava lamp, except flames instead of water and blobs of oil. No sun, no moon, nothing,...