Three days later, my mother and I set out on a trip.In Aurelion, I stood before ancient temples and listened as guides spoke of the prophecies left behind by long-dead kings. In a fog-choked castle somewhere in Eldermoor, I heard locals whisper about the legend of the Gray Lady.Everything I saw and heard lit up my mind with ideas, but I never once picked up a pen.At a small café near Virell Square, I watched the crowds rush past while my mother reached over and took my hand."Life isn't just about that one thing you're chasing," she said softly. "A cup of hot coffee and a bite of cake can be happiness, too. Just remember, your dad and I will always have your back."After four months on the road, my head finally felt clear again. I went home to learn the family craft from my dad.I stayed so busy, I barely had time to breathe. My father walked around smiling, as though he had just won the lottery.One night, he took me to a gathering with a few of his old friends when my phone
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