"'I want to go home,' he muttered as he tottered down the road beside me.
'Me too,' I told him. And yet it was not Buckkeep that came to my mind, but a meadow overlooking the sea, and a gitl in bright red skirts that beckoned me. A time, rather than a place. No road led there any more."
AHHHHHH, damn you Robin Hobb
— May 22, 2026 08:55AM
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