“ his humor was forced, he smiles more dead than alive. He didn’t know why he found it so important to hold off returning to Luthadel, but it was. He had exposed wounds, gaping holes in himself that had yet to heal over. He had to stay away. He didn’t want them to see him like this. Insecure, a man who huddled in his sleep, reliving horror, still fresh. A man with no plan or vision.”
— Feb 04, 2026 07:22PM
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