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What?
They'd won the battle, taken the cult and rooted it out for generations. They'd won, despite the losses and despite the deceptions and despite the odds...
And now.
And now.
Now his wife's voice, screaming in his mind, in his heart. Her words, garbled and jumbled and impossible.
Heartbreakingly impossible.
His limbs shake and he wants to sit. No, he wants to scream. No, he wants to kill. No, he wants to weep. No, he wants to tear someone apart. No, he wants to hold her. No, he wants to hold Geran.
Geran.
His son. Someone had taken his son.
They'd won the battle, taken the cult and rooted it out for generations. They'd won, despite the losses and despite the deceptions and despite the odds...
And now.
And now.
Now his wife's voice, screaming in his mind, in his heart. Her words, garbled and jumbled and impossible.
Heartbreakingly impossible.
His limbs shake and he wants to sit. No, he wants to scream. No, he wants to kill. No, he wants to weep. No, he wants to tear someone apart. No, he wants to hold her. No, he wants to hold Geran.
Geran.
His son. Someone had taken his son.