Despite his fatigue, Permac couldn’t sleep. He walked around the room, tried the door several times, and finally stretched out on the cool floor. Permac flattened his spine into it to ease his tension. He ran his hand over the surface of the floor. It’s not a floor, he thought. It’s dirt. Just hard-packed dirt. It smells like home.
He crawled into bed next to Linsora and drifted into a light sleep. Images of Tokorel floated through his dreams, the smell of the damp ground after a light rain. The scent of chikara. The land and the chikara. He woke with a start. The earth, Permac thought. Of course!
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