The Most Welcoming of Secrets

Abine wasn’t tired.  But he was supposed to be, wasn’t he? He was retired. He had seen the world and it had seen him.  So why wasn’t he tired? You’d think he would be tired. Old, even. That was what was expected of him. That he would just yield the moment they told him, take... Continue Reading →

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