His father shook his head. “I know. What
has begun can’t be halted.”
His father.
“No,” Dorian said. “No, you cannot be
here.”
The man only looked down—to Dorian’s
side. To where a sword might be. “Did you not
summon me?”
Damaris. He had been wearing Damaris
within that ring of Wyrdmarks. In their world,
their existence, he still did.
The sword, the unnamed god it served,
apparently thought he had one truth left to
face. One more truth, before his end.
“No,” Dorian repeated. It was all he could
think to say as he looked upon him, the man
who had done such terrible things to all of
them.
His father lifted his hands in supplication.
“My boy,” he only breathed.
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