Foundling
“No, no, it is a story best be told. Wounds must be opened to the air and sun and salt lest they fester in hidden, dark places like the wound of my people’s hate and rage that broke upon me like an infected, scabrous sore leaking its foul and corrupting taint. Because of that corruption, I lost my wife and nearly my own life.
“Ban was placed upon me and after many years of running far and long from that pain, I ended up here, the farthest reaches of my world and found someone else who gave me reason to love again.”
Even after many years passing, the memories and their aftermath were still fresh, but he told him a bit of the tale, and his words were steady, soothing, told in a manner as if it
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