Gilded Bay and all your money won't another minute buy

his son's wife looked like the man that nearly killed him.

it was a lot to reckon with, and he woke this morning struggling with it. he moved through the weald toward the seashore, and stood upon the bay, the fresh salt air a welcome presence in his lungs.

it should have been seelie and me, he thought, but shook it off quickly. it hadn't been; it would never be.

but dutch and simbelmyne were one, and now he had to reckon with the fact that his blood had mixed with that razor-collared foe.

he buried his forepaws in the sand with a sigh. the wind sent his fur buffeting back. 

he stared toward the waves.

he marveled at coincidence.