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It's a sunny afternoon in this part of the Nexus, specifically the garden in front of Will and Bran's tower. Will is mowing the lawn, away in the far corner, far enough to have passed out of earshot some time ago. All Bran can hear of him is the whirr of the old push-mower, and he is half dozing beneath the shade of the single apple tree, idly turning the pages of the copy of Henry V in front of him.
The quiet's appreciated -- things have been happening pretty quickly lately, and the opportunity to just recover from it all is nothing to sneeze at. Still -- Bran lets the book slide from his hands, looking at the path that leads past the Tower as if he can will someone to appear on it.
The quiet's appreciated -- things have been happening pretty quickly lately, and the opportunity to just recover from it all is nothing to sneeze at. Still -- Bran lets the book slide from his hands, looking at the path that leads past the Tower as if he can will someone to appear on it.