Aftermath II Prose in Ezohr | World Anvil

Aftermath II

Here lies Thusre.   He stood in front of the grave marker, head bowed, fists clenched. There was silence. The birds that once sang here had gone.   "... I shouldn't have sent you away. I'm sorry, Thu." He put a hand on top of the marker. "I hope you put up a good fight. I'll do the same. I'll win. Sorry, but I don't intend to be seeing you again for a long time."   He smiled faintly before it fell away, first to a distant sorrow, then hardening into anger.   "I'll find them, Thu. I promise."


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