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Chapter 32

Mourning
Added Fri Aug 26 00:00:25 2022 at level 51:

Tamazin stared into the bonfire for a long time, the fire in his eyes dim.
Then he began to write.

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Arleshi

I miss you already.

I have been thinking about what you said. That I should join a cabal again.
That I have options. That there are possibilities that could be turned to
our purpose.

You might be right. It is strange. As you know, I have always thought less
of the Scions for their hunger for power, and how they pursue it to the
exclusion of all else. I know you agreed with me, at least in part.

I think, perhaps, I finally understand what could drive someone to it.
After all, for all the power I have, you are no longer here. I have lost
the one mortal I could trust with anything. It is a wound more grievous
than any that I have suffered since my transformation.

It is a feeling I had forgotten, to be helpless in the face of something.
To know I can do nothing to change it. To know that I shall never see you
again. To know that I have no trick, no spell, no power to put my talon
upon the scales and tip that balance to my will as I so often have before.
That in this, my power is insufficient.

For now, at least.

I don't know what you would tell me if you were here.

But I will think on what you said, for I turn over our last conversation
even now. Could I have said something different? Could I have convinced you
to stay? Could I have swalloed my pride and rejoined the Spire, and would
that have been enough? Could I have promised to send the Provost to his
grave to smooth your way?

I will never know.

I will remember you, always. Rest well, for the enemies of Magic will not.
I will write again soon.
Eternally,
Tamazin
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Tamazin carefully rolled up the letter, then despondently tossed it onto
the fire. Paper blackened, curled, and became dust.

And Tamazin sat, and grieved.