rey Wastes, a misty, eth

a spectral figure draped in s

Silence, child.

hed i

to remember

ness was

ng surface of water in that desola

ed into his world.

e Caretaker murmured,

oes of my pain, t

ging at the earth of my g

ed my coff

-knitted shawl remain

he despised it,

it, his shou

d from him, even ac

rbidden ritual. The

verse

ing m

him, the Caretaker spoke again,

by the Shadow

ed, sh

led you to him. He had to feign indifference to the true bea

washed up on the beach

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