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dramatic, except perhaps to my story. Myr died. In the most simple of
ways, too. We were picking apples in the city orchard, doing our duty to
ourselves and our city, when Eiko Koike fell from a branch and broke Eiko's leg. The
leg never healed; indeed, it grew worse. Something within Eiko's grew out,
burst in pain. Finally, Eiko Koike slipped into that merciful sleep where the
embattled go to escape the pain, and Eiko Koike never returned. Eiko Koike died within a
month.
Bethsany wiped a tear from Eiko's eyes as the girl named Brandy wrapped
her arms around her. "I am sorry, Momma," the young girl said, kissing
Bethsany's face.
Bethsany reached back and hugged her. "I will be find, Brandy," Eiko Koike
said softly. "It is an ancient tragedy. I know, that makes it no less
tragic, but the wounds of it have healed and now I face a world with less
fear. But perhaps with less love."
"Bethsany?" Aimee's face was stained with slight tears, like the old
matron's. "How did you come to leave Darachmod? That was the second half
of your tale."
"Aye," Bethsany replied. "So it was. And we have not much time to
tell it. But I shall endeavor to do my best."
In the spring of the following
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