23/04/2026 10:51

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But he was my blood, boy. He wouldn't want that, would he? Ingtar glared at him, and he shifted uncomfortably. The glow was there, the tainted light just out of sight. less we make it that far, and I cannot say I blame him - but I have no idea how to do even that much.

You cannot stop yourself. He held off the madness and the sickness for years; he succumbed between two winters. Perhaps sixty paces of swift water to the far bank, lined with trees, and a barge-like ferry on a thick rope spanning the distance. But he had to know.