Family is people presuming they have a right to matter.

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[Dark before dawn, Wednesday, August 27 (day 458)]
[The Abbey's graveyard]

Imagine Dorian'd count it as Wednesday (Iago did), but not seeing it so myself; day starts with the light, that's only the way of things. Take myself out, knowing what I'm after, and there's always and still that certain ease to the graveyard at night, corpses at ease whispering like grass in the low light wind.

Still we've no name of the drifter Maryk and Karina murdered; still the anger stirs at that, low as ember under ash. Sit aback to his unmarked gravestone as I did more'n a year gone, and this time I'm alone, nothing of Iago but the ring 'round my neck and that waiting to be gone.

Oh, cariad. It's not in me to heal you... would that it were. And well enough I know how much good it does to wish that. And with nothing else to be done, wait and hope the Shuck will come and we can be done with this.

[Open to Gaueko]
[Closed]