When you are special to someone, he would know it’s you, even though you’re covered with mud or cloth. He can tell it’s you no matter what.
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“How was I even spotted? I’m always wearing something like this,” I asked Dushmanni with confusion.
“I don’t know. I heard that Dihn said something about ‘the arrow went right through the three eyes of the koshille.’ You shoot koshille like that, Tti. It’s like your signature.” He chuckled. “That must’ve given you away. How do you do it anyway? No one could copy it.”
I momentarily shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Right. Old habits die hard. I shook my head to Dushmanni.
“You have to take this Dihn somewhere else. We don’t know if someone might be
