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The names spoken were ones he knew, the former his nephew. “Ah, then you are Pia’s granddaughter?” he asked, although he already knew the answer. “How is our family?” There were days where he truly wondered if he might succeed in reaching the north, should he set out for it. But, deep down, he knew he never would; it was much too far and he was far too old. Easthollow would be where he took his final breath someday, surrounded by his children, and their children.

“I’m glad you stopped,” he said, smiling fondly. “It’s not often members of our family make their way this far south. I believe the last to make the journey and find me was my older brother Jan—your great uncle.” Were they still alive, those elder siblings of his? Although curious, he didn’t have the heart to ask.