Cursed By Blood, Claimed By Love
“It gets lonely sometimes. But Father always says if we lived closer to Night Claw, we’d never have a moment’s peace.”
I nodded softly. The picture she painted sounded peaceful, and suddenly Blackthorn felt much bigger, with places I had never seen before.
“I would like to see it one day,” I said.
“Maybe you will,” Saga replied, her eyes still warm with that gentle smile. She backed away, still smiling.
“See you around, stranger,” she said, lifting a hand in farewell. “Far vel, Map Bearer.”
“Fare well to you too,” I replied, lifting a hand to wave back.
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