“And if this is to be my last sight of you — my heart says it is — then don’t let it be on your knees. You’re not a kneeling man, Roland, son of Steven, never were, and I don’t want to remember you that way. I want to see you on your feet, as you were in Calla Bryn Sturgis. As you were with your friends at Jericho Hill.” KILLING MYSELF
— May 15, 2026 02:21PM
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