Part 5

Sinulu

Chapter 32

“For neither didst thou stretch thy hands to me from a bed in thy death,

neither didst speak to me some memorable word that I might have thought on evermore as my tears fall night and day.”

-The Iliad

They were sitting beside a river, under the shelter of a giant weeping willow. It was a cloudless night. The moon was nowhere in sight, and Nathaniel was staring up at the stars through the willow’s thin canopy. The sound of the crackling campfire filled the air, and its orange light played on the willow’s draping leaves.

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