[There's the sound of quiet footsteps approaching the small building. The footsteps pause a moment after he crosses the threshold. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim interior before he notices the figure behind the counter and steps forward, stopping again.]
[It can't be. But it has to be. He's heard that voice in his dreams a million times over, and his nightmares too. A thousand years could pass and he would know it still.]
[He pulls back just enough to take Lu Ten's face in his hands, examining his every feature for anything he might have forgotten or missed, rememorizing his face.]
...Father?
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But that voice - ]
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My son...
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My son!
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Are you well, Father?
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[He pulls back just enough to take Lu Ten's face in his hands, examining his every feature for anything he might have forgotten or missed, rememorizing his face.]
I can't believe it.
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So this is your shop?
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Yes! Yes it is. I bet you never imagined your old man would be running his own shop one day.
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Not quite anything.
[He could not bring back the dead.
And yet somehow the City had. Or taken Lu Ten before he had died. It took many people from all different timelines.]
Tell me about yourself. How have you been? What have you been doing?
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