Beyond Night
His hip leaning on the aged tree roots that looped up, Gonar said, “You ask me so that you can tell me, my master, but I have heard the tale of being brought to you so many times, it’s almost like I can recall it.”
His cracked lips parted and a parched tongue stuck out a little before saying, “Tell me.”
Gonar looked to the sky, the din of battle and the howls the dying in the distance not bothering him as he spoke. “Sometimes, I remember it one way, and others, very different. I can recall seeing you so long ago, like in a dream, like I emerged from a river, eyes full of water and there you were, looking down on me. You looked just as you do now, not a hair different. That memory stays with
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