Whitefish River into your heart, into your soul

exousia. an interesting name, ingram thinks.

i am ingram, there is an aching void in his chest as he lets the name dreadfather go, lingering in the marrow of his bones but not one he is worthy presently to use.

basilica's dwindling numbers had not been pressing while he fought for his life during the height of his sickness.

but now he does not ignore them and what they mean.

familiar enough, ingram replies. what is it that you seek?