Apocryphal Knells
Musings Thirty-Eight
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I don't know how far I've wandered or how long it's taken. I don't remember how many times I've circled Macalania Woods' Spring. I've lost track of how many lava splashes turned it into a pit. How long did it take me to register such malice, such destruction? How long will it take to accept it?
How does one recognize an enraged lover? I have never seen such terrible, unthinkably merciless behavior from Halma. It scares me, it renders me powerless. It grieves me, most of all. How do I soothe him? Can I…?
How did I lose you, Dearest?
