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in grip of their
testicles as ever, the metalsmiths of Melefar were easy prey for the deals
of our best merchants.
I asked to go with them. It was a trade I wished to learn and, truth
be known, I could no longer stand to live in the house that Myr had built.
Perhaps not the outside shell, but every trace of the indoors looked of Sayaka's
and smelt of her. Sayaka's herbs I still found in the pantry; one whiff of Sayaka's
favorite cilantro and melancholy swept me. I needed to get away from my
memories, and alcohol did not answer my needs.
Dyn readily agreed, as did Cyl. Both knew that I might not return,
that the men of Melefar would easily treasure a beauty of Darachmod for
themselves, and although I no longer presented myself easy prey to their
crude wishes I knew I could easily summon the desire of any of their lesser
minds.
We headed out on a rainy morning in early spring. Although the
weather was wet, it was also lovingly warm. I had come to view all the
blessings of nature as gifts, and this was truly one of them. Better,
perhaps, was that by afternoon the rain
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