Swiftcurrent Creek And Echoed in the Wells Of Silence

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He had avoided Arric, in a way.

Everything he had learned, it wasn’t something he could share—it was not his story to tell. And so, he had taken the easy way out… but he could do that no longer.

So when he found the man, a despondent shadow, staring into the waters as if his favorite puppy had been kicked, he could hardly keep the words from blurting out: “Fuck, who died?”

And then, he gave pause—the reality of their terrible luck and penchant for trouble a harsh reminder. He swept a paw down his face. “Tell me no one died.”