And then there was only blackness and pain and the storm, and the question of how to do it. How to end it.
Forever.
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Williams paused, the rain dripping from the brim of his hat.
Where had that come from? He ducked under a stand of pine trees to escape the downpour and knelt, thinking about it. He didn’t know rightly, only that it had seemed to be a new message and not merely a memory of the last. As for where it had come from ...
He stared south-west, toward Baldy Mountain, toward the town of Paradise. Was it even possible? Could Ank have just communicated with him over such a vast distance?
The truth was, he didn’t know. But it was something, something he could use for a north star, something he could follow when all he’d had before was a gut feeling—just the faintest intui
