008 - The Night Comes Down

[heretic_hamlet]

[The writing is unusually straightforward for Reed, as though he can't sort out his thoughts for once; contemplative pen taps fleck the start of each line.]

I'd found a memory crystal the other day, though I was no state to write on the matter...

I'd felt the touch of my dying father.

Perchance any of you would know the word "Beoulve?"