I gasped, but immediately covered my mouth when Brelon gave me a disgusted look.
“Don’t act like the rest of them do,” he said angrily. “Don’t believe for a second that Flint is the legend that my mother believes him to be. He left Enadell ages ago, insane and cruel. He left me and my mother without a second look. And I don’t believe for one second that he’s dead. He’s out there somewhere, probably lost in his own insanity. His wife and child completely forgotten to him.”
There was a long while where I didn’t know what to say, the warm night filling in the silence with the occasional rustle of leaves or the lonely chirp of a cicada.
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