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Months leading up to this. Years.
I have no further control over what happens. Not my decision now. It’s all out of my hands - that ache with arthritis, shake with fear and are wrinkling with age.
I wasn’t careful. Wanted this too much. If they catch the thief, they’ll find me.
And I need to continue. I need to abide. I have to survive this, continue the fight. I guess I should start to look for a successor, soon. Kleya is ready and willing but I don’t wish this darkness for her.
I’m not ready to do that. Not yet.