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Tom groaned to himself, feeling around with this stupid walking stick. He hated every second of this. Being blind was his worst nightmare.
The replacements he'd had installed years ago had finally gone out, and his surgeon has died since.
The only man he knew who could replace it...
No. His pride wouldn't let him.
But another short and painful jolt reminded him he had no other choice.
He felt his way to the door, shaking, and knocked loudly with his stick.
He knew Tord was the one who answered when he heard his mocking voice croon "Well isn't this a surprise, old friend?"
