The Second Rule Of Ten: A Tenzing Norbu Mystery (Dharma Detective: Tenzing Norbu Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
I entered a dim, deserted foyer—afternoon classes were in session. I almost buckled under the sensory assault—the musty scent of yak-butter candles, the thick mantle of dread—and I reached for one wall to steady myself. I’d spent half my life here, and I still felt lost and alone, and anything but at home. A shimmering veil of darkness dropped over my eyes. I ducked my head below my knees and breathed deeply, waiting for it to dissipate. I heard him before I saw him—the familiar, ponderous footsteps, perhaps a little slower, but no less relentless. Father. I raised my head to look. I was wrong. This man was shrunken and stooped and, like Julius, propelled himself with the help of a cane. He was thin to the point of emaciation, and a grayish pallor clung to his skin like mold. No. A sharp, dark jab, somewhere between pain and anger, bit into my heart. Father. The last time I saw him walk this hallway, he was a giant, trailing a wake of threat and judgment. Now I towered over him.
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