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Wilt sat close to the small fire, though there was no chill in the air. The campsite was quiet, the weary travellers making the most of the opportunity to rest. He stared into the flames of his campfire, enjoying the feeling of them cleansing his mind.
Just like we used to do. In Greystone.
Wilt smiled, then stared out into the dark.
There’s a lot more space here than we had in Greystone. A lot more world than we ever imagined.
Speak for yourself. I was always destined for great things.
Wilt turned back to the fire. The only sounds in the night were the crackle of flames and the occasional splash of movement from the river, shrouded in darkness.
We should not have camped so close to the Boroni.
The thought immediately snapped Wilt out of his reverie. He held his breath as he lis
