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No, I soon refuted. For you, I believe, it must be in some way even more heartbreaking. And I buried my face with a ravaged expression in the soft and wonderful feathers of my lover, in his warmth so communicating, so soothing, as I did the first time I flew on his back in his majestic winged creature form, as we left his imperial palace to search for the cursed child of the zeog.

Only a few days had passed since that decisive, hopeful departure, but I feel as if at least a century had already passed. And already, nothing would be the same. It had also been a long time since my