A book. Old. Leather and Parchment. Brown....
Hands. Viens standing out. Strong...
A fireplace. River rock. Hot. Smells of cedar and something...sharp. Roasting meat.
"I'm sorry you're reading this..."
Confused, startled. Memories rushing forward. Why? Who am I.
"By now you know of my death. I always thought it would be you who went first. You were and always will be my best student. Falic, you must remember our lessons."
Lessons...Laughter, tears, birds, Ravens...
"Before you set out to Cairfex, you must pay close attention. There are some things you must know and understand before you leave."
Cairfex. Blood, Meat market. Cobblestones. Smell of city.
"Wherever you go you are always being watched. The eyes are everywhere. Trust the song of the ravens my boy. But remember..."
Fading, drifting...cold.
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