The One
“River and Permiton, take her left hand together. Brook and Akin, her right.”
They do.
River’s fingers are warm and steady. Permiton’s are cold and trembling, but they curl firmly around mine.
On the other side, Brook’s palm is slightly damp, but he tightens his grip without hesitation. Akin’s hand is solid, sure, grounding.
Their fingers link across mine. And then, one by one, they reach out for each other. Akin clasps River’s hand, River clasps Brook’s, Brook clasps Permiton’s, and Permiton clasps Akin’s. The circle is complete.
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