Chapter 10
The years drifted past, and as Remember had said back when they’d started with this, one conflict followed another.
And another and another.
Gabe kept out of them, although he visited battlefields occasionally and eased the dying on their way to whatever Afterlife they believed in.
He returned to the States four times each year to honor the black swans he’d lost, but he couldn’t live in Braddockville—the cemetery and what it held was just too close—and then he’d leave.
He grew tired, though, and eventually he returned to the States for good.
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The moon was in its third quarter, but it afforded enough light for even a normal to see. And even if it had been a new moon, he’d have seen. He sat cross-legged by Remember’s grave, stroking the cool marble of the headstone.
