By the twelfth day, Jacob knew that the search parties would be beginning to cease their fruitless efforts to find him. A small tingle of guilt buzzed around his ears, but he waved it off with an absent minded flick of his fingers. This was probably the thirtieth time it had crossed his mind since beginning this voyage and, as such, it was
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This had a lovely mythological feel for me.
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Well done. :)
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