August 02, 2020, 01:36 AM
The days continued following the death of his daughter, slipping by as usual; the world did not stop spinning, despite what he believed. But the continuation of life around him did not make things easier—in truth, perhaps it made things more difficult. Less and less was he found around the borders, a task he once valued now seeming meaningless; he was too old to fight, he knew. So often he was around the stones, drifting between them, visiting Nanook and then Scarlett, then back again. It was at the former that he would be found that day, gazing at the stone as his mind drifted away.
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