Tryon: Breathing's...harder...lungs...on fire... Mindmistress: Phil...it won't be long now. I'm not going to insult you by sugarcoating what you already know. Tryon: So much...I could have done...Mindmistress: I refuse to feel sorry for you. You've spent your life saving people who had no access to even rudimentary medical care. You did good. Tryon: Just...delaying..inevitable..

The doctor insisted I take this bag of supplies..even this..satellite phone? When I fade...I could reappear anywhere...but more often than not I'm drawn here...Thomasina: ...By the grave of my sister... where the Heralds of Change buried her. As if our fates were still...somehow...entangled. She died so I might live...this..half-life.




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