Chapter twenty-two
Varden SequentSilently, Ben’aryn drifts, on the edge of Night. Here in the Nowhen he already sees the flow of time dividing, like a forked stream. One way leads to devastation — the other to the unknown. He has given himself the task of closing the left way, to protect those he loves. That variant of the future will cease to exist, leaving them free to live in a world untroubled by the interference of others.
The irony of this — that he must interfere in order to bring this about — is not lost on him.
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Poppy, clutching her favorite rag doll, walked beside the tall, sad-eyed man that her Patre called brother. She had decided to take him in hand after watching him leave, day after day, for lonely walks on the beach, with no one but baby Myrie for company. It was
