“Memory fades, and with them our words too lose all value.”
– Ruviti D’Alessar
John Volk Cianden was never meant to be remembered. His contribution to history is a mere footnote.
If fate hadn’t been so curiously capricious, John would have lived, loved, longed, and eventually died a farmer.
The body to a soul who doesn’t deserve him
It was fate, wasn’t it? Some ploy of the Dreamers to twist our path until we were something more—or perhaps… something less than we wanted.
And though the people may let our story slip through the fingers of what is and what shouldn’t.
I won’t. I remember. I always will.
– Soul
The Soul Walker
Tell me again why we’re doing this?John, Soul ticked, Where’s your sense of adventure? A journey is its own reward.I scoffed, There better be cake. I demand a cake after all the effort of putting up with you.He feigned insult. I’ll have you know that most people are delighted to speak to me.I ...
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