Swiftcurrent Creek made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

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Those fevered days came back to him like a mack truck, slamming him in the chest—

— Ibis, he could have swore he had seen her. The reminder of their darkest days. Their lightest days. His want for Silvertongue, surfacing—his strange pull to Toula. His absolute unquestionable love for Eshe, and what she wished from him—

—To Mae’s angry snarling features as she all but told him what she thought of him. Of his missing daughters. His missing sons.

“I’m at 0 out of 5 for raising kids,” he managed, his words dry as he tried to swallow. Eshe deserved the world. Not him.

Never him.

“What if I fuck up these ones, too?”