"A long spear, ash sapling peeled of park and polished until it glowed like grey flame... Such a fine gift would have taken weeks of Chiron's deft shaping; he must have begun it almost the day that we left. Did he know, or only guess at Achilles' prophecy? [...] Perhaps he simply assumed: a bitterness of habit, of boy after boy trained for music and medicine, and unleashed for murder."
— Feb 18, 2026 09:24PM
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