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“What?” I was dumbstruck. “What do you mean you can’t come back?”
“It’s not that I can’t,” my father said. “It’s that I won’t.”
That couldn’t be what he said. I had to be hearing things.
“I don’t understand,” I said. “I came all this way … I’ve been through the toughest time of my life.”
“Please don’t mistake my words. It’s not that I don’t want to be with you. Try to see it from my perspective. I died ten years ago, then I was magically enslaved back into a body and forced to serve the Necromancer. I want peace, Eldwin. And I’ve found peace by not being tethered to the world and its pain.”
That made sense. I couldn’t fault him for wanting to have rest, and I certainly had never considered that he wouldn’t want to come back with me. Perhaps I had been selfish with my decision and
