Duck Lake kind of wishing that i never did saturday

He made no reply at all. Druid squinted at him, curious despite herself. Her lips parted as if she was about to ask another question when she pressed them together again. She didn’t have time to rehash the past with a man she hardly recognized.

If you change your mind and want to talk, you can find me at Rivenwood, Druid told him.

She needed to get home and began preparing to depart, though she moved slowly in case this stranger—who knew Bracelet’s name and used Mahler’s accent—found his voice again.