[Luckily the memory of the first Crossing has faded to a dull ache - Celehar only has reason to be mildly embarrassed about needing help, and not feeling devastated by the loss once more.]
The voice did not cajole me with words from the past, at least. It seemed to me rather like a marsh-light, or a bandit playing at a wounded traveler.
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The voice did not cajole me with words from the past, at least. It seemed to me rather like a marsh-light, or a bandit playing at a wounded traveler.