"Isn't it surreal how a knife can both offend and defend? That darkness can cover both the truth and the lies? That a verdict of judgement can save one and condemn another? That there is goodness and sadness born even from a single event?"
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The porch of the Caretaker's Cottage,
Betwixt the Kingdom of Tristendyre and the Hyll-Decantan Promontory,
Fair Morning,
Second Tuesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon Vericus IV
There was a knock at the door. Ingrid Luna-ward offered to receive the latest guest. Upon opening, she looked up and her heart stopped from shock.
It was Melvyn Xavier.
The two stared at each other, unable to express words, as thick pillars of tension were roused betwixt them.