Stone Circle taught me to weep and moan

He sighed, closing his eyes. Alone, on patrol. He should have been with him. Should have visited him more. Time had flown by since he'd arrived in the Wilds, but he thought he could have had more of it with Murdock. Yet here he stood, being invited to see his brother's resting place. It was surreal.

"Yes," Shale answered softly, eyes popping open in a flash of amber. "Lead the way," he said gruffly, trying to get his emotions under control. He would see the grave--and then he would leave. He needed to be alone, right now. No one but Murdock would have understood the turmoil within him.

 

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